Life and its 'what ifs'...

After incessant goading from my friends' part, I finally managed to listen to the song 'Maalai Neram' from Aayirathil Oruvan'. And I should say.... I was very much impressed - the song opened up floodgates of emotions from within me!

And before anyone asks me what emotions exactly, I'll have you listen to the song.

It's beautiful.... it has this urban feel to it and Andrea's voice suits the mood perfectly. And after listening to that song, it made me wonder. Actually, whatever relationships we're in right now (excluding blood relations), are all with us because two people were there at a particular time at a particular place.
And if any one those things had been different, how different our present would be? I'm sure there are a few people out there who know what I mean... It sure is scary to think of how things could change so drastically if only we change a few seemingly inconspicuous events in the past. Like my dad missing an appointment with my mom on their first meeting.... I wouldn't be here!

If Chitty-chan hadn't called me at twelve in the night and persuaded me to attend the Physics Olympiad in CMI.... If I hadn't had the courage to scrap Sido, thinking he'd never remember me.... if only I'd done some things earlier than I actually did.... *sigh*

Ah well... I'm sure I'm the only one who's warbling on like this. And I guess I need to be happy for the numerous things I have in my life.... loving people.... great friends.... a cool (at times) family.... a few special bonds....

Even then, my heart still feels a strange twang whenever I think of things that could've been. Silly ne?

Psssst: I'm going to go kiss the girl who persuaded me to listen to the song in the first place. I am so much more aware of the various aspects of my life now! Weird.... what one song can do to you!

'so-round-about-that-I-might-just-go-back-to-the-past' confessions!

Ooookay! Before you guys get your hats off in a jiffy and start crackling with interest (or turn and run away imagining some mushy letter to a loved one), let me get this straight - I am not talking about my secrets here! (not like I have many interesting ones, anyway!)

The other day, I was browsing through different blogs here, in Blogger, when one particular blog caught my eye. It just said, "Letters" and well... I was intrigued (I can get intrigued by the littlest of things, I tell you!).

So, naturally, I clicked on the link and was soon on my way to that said blog. When I did get there, I found that it was a blog that a random Indian girl was maintaining and it was in the format of many letters written daily. And no cookies for guessing who they were all addressed to.

It goes without saying that the whole blog was very sentimental, passionate and kinda too mushy for my taste. And she went on to mention (to 'him' but I was reading it...er... get it?) that she was writing all that she felt about him in that blog...all that would hurt him if he came to know or things that she was too hurt to talk about.

It makes me wonder now... I wonder how many such blogs are out there? And I don't understand how they can have such patience to sit down and pen down such feelings so... so... I don't know... constantly!

And I don't think things shall bode well for her if her guy ever comes across that blog! I think he'll feel asphyxiated! But hey! he could be on of those types who likes all the attention he gets!

It is amazing how humans act when in love! These people could be those typical Indian couple who act all proper in public but deep down inside would love to hug and cuddle in public. (And I have nothing against public displays of affection - except when I'm having PMS! ^__^;;) and online, this person gets all the anonymity to express themselves! If what they feel is so strong, why don't they say it out right at the face than go about a 'so-round-about-way-that-I-might-just-go-back-to-the-past' way?! I know I would! (But then again... subtlety was never my forte!)

I know for sure, I wouldn't be thinking of my boyfriend 24/7! And heck! That would mean I'm obsessed! And though there are a lot of things out there that would get me obsessed, I don't think men fall under that category (nor do women...if you catch the drift! ;D).

Does that mean I'm not normal? Or does that mean I shall lead the Human Race to its destiny? (oookay... too far fetched! I know!)

For now, I think I shall just sit here and freak out about Fourier Series and if I ever get interesting things happening, I'll drop by to let you all know! :D

Ciao for now!

Hair ties...

Have you ever been intrigued by this seemingly simple piece of hair accessory? No? Well.. I have been! And somehow, I can't take this thing off my mind!

Hair ties...
A band of fabric used to secure the hair in a bunch away from the face.

A simple explanation for something that means so much more! Being a girl, I know how dependent women can get on this small thing.

Imagine a lady sitting beside you in the bus. The wind gushes in... her hair flies all over the place. And presto! She pulls out a circular ring-like thingy from within the deep confines of her handbag and after a series of swishes and sweeps, her hair is neatly confined to a ponytail, no longer a hazard to anyone around! That is the power of the Hair tie!

Every time I board the public transport, I find my eyes drawn to the hair style of those around me... men and women alike. And if it's a lady who's gracing the seat beside me, I tend to observe the type of hair tie she's wearing... the pattern... the texture... it's dangling pom-poms and everything concerned with it.

I still cannot explain why I am so drawn towards this piece of hair adornment. Was I a hair tie in my previous birth? Or did I die for want of one? (Okay... that's a weird thought!)
I have a million hair ties in my wardrobe. But I still cannot resist the temptation of getting another one... even if its twin is there with me... hardly used!

'Tis is a serious thing.... this hair tie.

One day at the beauty parlour

Alright. Before we go any further, I want it understood that my tryst with the beauty parlours never extend further than a quarterly haircut.

I've never actually had a pedicure or a manicure and God forbid, I've never done my eyebrows! (it would help if I had any!)

Well... I don't intend to mourn for non-existent facial hair (that sounded weird) here. Today, I decided to give my hair a trim and the poor thing was asking for it! Almost all the strands on my head were taking things right out of Nuclear Physics and split up at random places like an excited Uranium nucleus. It ultimately resulted in a LOT of hair on my comb... more than what I'd like!

And since the "barber" near my place was like a light switch (either a mushroom cut or a tonsure), I always decide to avoid his shop. I know I'd look like a total freak with either of his preferential hair styles! And this left me with just one choice. The local beauty parlour.

And since all I needed was a small itsy-bitsy trim, I decided to go late. And when I reached the place at around four in the afternoon today, I was quite surprised to find not even enough space to seat my "not-so-excessive" hiney on any of the benches they had.

It seemed as though every woman in the neighbourhood had decided to come. There was one lady who wore some weird white paste on her face and another who was wincing slightly as one of the 'beauticians' bent over her face menacingly with a white thread that she'd doubled about to pluck facial hair out. That was when I thanked the lucky stars that blessed me with scanty eyebrows!

The women there seemed to share admirable camaraderie! Well... that was bound to be there if they all met together every Sunday, enduring hair plucking! But since I was quite new to the place, I chose to remain in one corner, observing the women preen and complain about their beauty or the lack of it.

And as I sat there, I became aware of one thing. Looking pretty is not a walk in the park! There involved a lot of meticulous procedures which when done incorrectly, could make the victim look like Rapunzel's mama. Now it all became logically clear why celebrity women invited their stylists to dinner and holidays! These people play 'God' to many of the less beautiful and make them the many Divas who grace the earth today.

And if I thought Quantum Mechanics was a bit complicated, I was badly mistaken. There was one lady who was asking the customer which creme she wanted for her facial... And all of them apparently did the same thing!

I waited patiently for my turn to come though I felt like I needed to get away as soon as possible! And when my turn did come, the person who was working on me went on talking as she snipped inches away from my tress. It was amazing... her steady hand would be something that nervous surgeons would die for. But I found the other contributor to the conversation, another customer a little annoying. She had a permanent squeak to her voice and if that wasn't enough, she waved her hand about animatedly as she went on and on about unreliable servant maid. I was understandably scared when she kept stepping closer to the person working on my hair (well... it was only a trim... but what the heck! The word "working" sounds so... a la elite!).

In the end, I am quite relieved that the issue with my degenerating hair is dealt with. And now, I don't have split ends. So, I guess I'll leave that world of a million cremes and spreads to the experts and stick to the things I know.

And I still am not tempted to get a facial just in case any one's curious!

Rambles miscellaneous

I believe I have devised a perfect plan to get rich! Well... this is how I intend to carry out this ingenious plan of mine! This is for all ye insomniacs out there! It appears that the folks in my family feel I tend to bore people with whatever I am saying. And for this simple reason, they walk away at the simplest of excuses and that leaves me talking to myself for a few seconds before I realize there isn't anyone around to actually listen to what I have to say. So, if the way I talk is that boring... why not use it to lull people to sleep? Well... just to make sure that they don't walk away as well (that would affect the procedure's efficiency you see!), they ought to be tied down to the bed. And then, I shall start talking about some topic or the other. And as we all know, boring activities induce sleep in even the most insomniac of insomniacs!
And Ta Da! They shall doze off and I shall get paid! A win-win situation don't you think? ^_~.
The only problem is that if I bore them so much they go insane... Hmm... I guess I'll have to have a meter that warns me when to stop! :D
And just in case some people have missed it... that was a rant.
AH! I shouldn't be thinking such thoughts right now! I mean... come on! I've an exam tomorrow! Oh blimey! That's right!

The Toaster is here!

It's been such a dull week.... not quite the start one looks for in a new blog eh? Oh well... cest la vie, I say!
I don't even know why I started this weblog and just in case you people are out there wondering what a kitchen toaster has to do with it, I find that object very intriguing. You don't think so? Oh well... it's your point of view and this is mine!
Life's kinda weird at times and people do weird things with no apparent reason... but there will be a common logic that guides their actions... maybe that's the case here. So until then, the almighty Kitchen Toaster is here to stay! And yes... I've other blogs... places where I don't seem to be myself... and yet they continue to exist. Hmmm. But something tells me that here, I'll be myself.
However, a facade is an important thing to have at times so for all those unsuspecting souls who stumble on those other blogs that I own, I'll be the epitome of grace... worry not!
That's it for now... The toaster shall return!