Shiver Me Timbers...

Yeah... Festivals... Yeah... No... Not my thing... I don't like festivals or celebrations (except for birthdays). But somehow JuuJuu* managed to convince me to play Holi this year... Bleh JuuJuu Bleh*!!! So yeah... I didn't stay at home, eat pizza (okay I did that but yeah) and watch a really good movie... Instead I went down in my building, got colored, dirty, stinky, pinky (I have pink in places I would not like to mention) and wet... 

Sadly... It was fun... We danced under water (rain apparently) and had a hell lotta fun. Though Kumail, Rahul, Arjun and Seerat ditched us in the end. But overall I think this was my best holi... We played, went home, had our showers, go ready and went to Domino's!!! (WOOHOO; it is better than PizzHut) We ate, looked at random shops... And then finally decided to go to Tall Grass (a hookah joint)... We just sat around, did nothing and smoked pipe... Fun, fun, fun! It's like a perfect end to a perfect day... Except for the pink bits... Bleh* 

And Goro made me a redneck... A literal one mind you... And Asad got really drunk and started asking for me... HaHa... Bastard went to High Point... HAHAHAHAHA FAG!!! We ate pizzas!!! But other than that... It was awesome... And I wish some people were here to celebrate too... But it's okay... 

P.S- Festivals are still a bitch... And people are still really annoying with the holi thingi...

P.P.S- I had an eyepatch over my right eye for pretty much the entire time I was playing holi... Shiver Me Timbers bitches!

P.P.P.S- Happy Holi bitches!!! =)

Gampires DO exist...

Bleh* It's not even funny how boring nights can be... (Also lazy but I'll get to that later) 

So one of my friends (being nice and all) sent all the Twilight E-books to me... I was bored and I totally wanted to see what were they so hyped up about... 

The book... NOT WORTH IT..! The writing is waaaaaaay to amateur and I can bet if I had to write about something similar (me being 15) would have totally gotten acclaim for my writing skills (not that I'm any good but so so much better than that) 

The only thing really catchy was the story... Though New Moon got me really bored in between... And I totally understand the concept of Gampires (Gay-Vampires)...

Like seriously... I get that you're trying to give him a softer side... And that he can love and blah blah blah... But WHERE IS THE GODDAMN BLOOD AND GORE!!!??? Like at least put a little bit... Please..! =( 

But the concept of a vampire falling in love and all... Is okay really... (I still don't get why Asad and Goro were sooooo offended by it) but yeah... BITE A PERSON WOULD YA... Or like at least have a little of her blood once a week or summin... And somehow Edward Cullen does not seem like a very HOT person... Like he may look it but somehow doesn't come across like a very nice person... SOOO MOODY..! And all the coldness is not that atractive... The warmth of Jacob Black is so much better... And yesh... I think Jacob makes a better boyfriend... 

But yeah... Vampire are sexy... This one is... But his personality isn't... I would totally do him... But not date him... Where as Jacob is 6'5 and a werewolf... Dogs are sexier than Bats...

And her writing skills are not great but the reason this book sells it beacuse of her storyline... No one can compare this to Harry Potter (I'm sorry but Harry Potter has everything you could ask for)... 

And stupid Edward... Make her a bloody vampire (Bloody Vampire, haha)... I'm positive her parents wouldn't mind... 

P.S- Mommy... Eating carrots and curd for din din is not weird... 

Life just seems so incomplete sometimes. No one else realizes it though. They think it’s perfect; or at least not incomplete. But only YOU know what you see (unless it’s like those retarded horror films that have a chick have an eye transplant and then she can like see dead people, so so stupid!)

 

But life is not a retarded horror movie, so you don’t know what I see. And telling me about what you think I see is annoying...

 

It’s not like there is something horrible happening… But just that something is missing… Something you awfully want but don’t know what it is that you want…

 

I sound so horrible to myself and this blog thingy doesn’t really work out for me. Like people have so much better shit written and I’m just like Bleh* about it. And I have been trying to complete this shit I have written since the past year and half… Why the fuck am I not being able to complete it? Where the fuck are my grey fucking cells man??? WHERE!!!???

And these stupid thoughts inside my head... Daamn!!! KEEL THEM BITCHES..! But this time they got away... Next time I will kick them square in the nut sack and run!!!

But yeah... I actually got a dream about snakes! =O Daamn you Seerat..! It's like we exchanged dreams... (Or rather the types of them; and I promise to not mention them publicly =P)

Damnit!

Time: 7:13pm

Place: The Purple Room

Music: Your Guardian Angel- The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

So yeah... I fucked up today..! Like really bad..! I am a really inconsiderate, stupid and selfish person and I would never like me if I were not me... (If that made any sense)

Today... 

I woke up at 11:15am but decided to go back to sleep as I barely got any last night due to this horrible pain in my legs. And I had an extremely horrifying nightmare (or daymare) after that; woke up again. Went back to sleep and had (finally) a decent dream involving a certain person I know. Finally I got outta bed at 1:30 pm which is early for me. I got biscuits and peanutbutter and had a breakfast. I watched a whole lotta How I Met Your Mother and got my self some lunch at around 3:30pm. Watched HIMYM again.

Watched Scrubs later...

This doesn't seem like an evil day, right? Wrong!!! I didn't even say hello to my mom. I didn't enter her room and when I finally went in to say hello all I got was an eyebrow raise... Which I totally deserve but I feel so horrible. And I pretended that I didn't know she was in the house. Yeah, it's not that stupid; it's a hell lot more!!! 

And now I got Dhyanii coming over for a sleepover and I have to get permission to go to Tubby's farmhouse tomorrow... But sadly... I fucked up! As usual... I always fuck things up! And it makes me feel so guilty and so horrible. Cause I don't want to be an asshole who doesn't give a fuck about anything..! 

And these stupid cartoon-y tags of everyone... GODDAMNIT NOTIFICATIONS!!!

They were fun when you were not getting and giving them..! BUT dear god... People stop tagging these retard weird cartoon-y pictures..! THEY ARE ANNOYING NOW!!! 

We are not anti-boy; we are pro-girl!

Hehe... Yeah.. Riot Grrrl is awesome! 

For those who do not know what Riot Grrrl is...

It is an underground feminist punk movement. Riot Grrrl bands often adress issues such as rape, domestic abuse, sexuality and female empowerment..! 

But they are so AWESOME!!!

As in their music is... I do not (sadly) know them personally..! 

And as Molly Neuman awesomely puts it.. 'We are not anti-boy; we are pro-girl'!!!!!! So yeah!!!

Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill (Kathleen Hanna, the founder of Riot Grrrl)

That girl thinks shes the queen of the neighborhood
Shes got the hottest trike in town
That girl she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her bestfriend

Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes too

When she talks, the revolutions coming
In her hips, theres revolution
When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her kiss, I taste the revolution

Rebel girl...

That girl thinks shes the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is!
They say shes a slut, but I know
She is my bestfriend

Rebel girl, rebel girl, rebel girl
I really like you, I really love you
I really wanna be your bestfriend
Love you like a sister always
Soul sister, blood sister

Please be my rebel girl

Disturbia

This one is for you Twinkle..! Hope you like it! (if you don't imma kick your buddi ass) =P

“Basanti! You stupid woman! I told you to put it straight! What makes you think you can put the phone diagonally? Can’t you do anything right?” screamed Papa as he was getting ready to go to office. “Sir, I can. And right now I am packing your ‘dabba’, please cooperate with me” she said while grinning at my ignorant face.

 

Im used to this now; his obsession with getting things done perfectly, ever since Mom went away that is. All day long he is screaming like a banshee. I just wonder what happens to his workers at office.  I am just waiting for the day he comes home and kicks his shoes off at random places; he used to do that a lot.

 

I vividly remember my dad telling mother lazily “it’s a Sunday honey. Why bother with homework darling? Sometimes I feel you are too much of a brain-chewer. I should have married that British/Punjabi girl my parents wanted me to marry. She was as laid back as I am.” He said with his most charming smile, to which she replied “you do remember my old boyfriend, don’t you? That tall, fair Parsi boy. I still have his number you know; maybe I should call him up sometime” she replied cheekily while dressing me up in my Sunday dress. I used to wear that dress every Sunday, not every Sunday literally just the Sundays my brother was visiting and taking us to the cinema. 

 

I used to worship cinema days. I used to love going to the matinee. I used to make sure I used to wear my best frocks every time I would go to the cinema. I was amazed that two hours of my life would transform my thinking and my way of looking at things.

I guess Papa enjoyed spending time with us too. He still visits that old shut down cinema from Sunday to Sunday. Maybe to revive old memories, maybe to revive Mother’s soul.

He probably behaves like her because he doesn’t want me to feel that she’s gone. But how could I miss!

 

Well I don’t want to boast but I feel I had the perfect family. Well, that is impossible but real close to being perfect; a loving dad, a fun/strict mom and a brother who is continuing his studies abroad. Everything was normal (or abnormal according to others) till she got her first fit (unfit).

 

It started off with her shivering violently and then screaming and going crazy. I was just nine then. Dad took her to the best hospitals and no one ever figured what was wrong with her. But still, they put her on some medication which reduced the often-ness of the convulsions.

 

 

But one fine (not fine) day, she got the worst seizure of her life and was well, found dead.  We thought she was getting better but apparently she wasn’t. It was like a ‘Hindi’ movie coming towards the interval; only that it was the end of my mom. But it was even worse for my father. He looked like one of those sad, Italian gangsters in his office suits; he had a thin moustache and he smoked cigars. He never cried openly but me, being his daughter, knew that inside it was like an everlasting stab to the heart.

 

My brother stopped his studies for a bit and came to live with us but it made no difference. He was still quiet and obsessed with perfection.

 

Presently, he has tried perfecting everything; from how the socks are kept to the number of brown spots on a ‘chapatti’ (32) and my grades!  And now that I am 17 and studying psychology, it just becomes clearer that perfection is just a voice for your inner insecurities/pain. 

God Killed The Queen

This is for Khushboo... Hope you like it! =D

Time: 10:04pm

Place: The Purple Room

Music: All The Small Things- Blink 182

“God killed the queen” sang out Louis XIV’s lead singer, Daryl Reed. He is brilliant. He comes up with amazing lyrics and guitar licks (okay so what if that happens after two joints). Head banging, I make my way backstage only to see the band manager, Judith, trying to open a bottle of Foster’s with her teeth. She offers it to me. I reached out for it but before I could grab the bottle, her lips grabbed mine. We have been together since Louis XIV has been touring and that’s about three years and a half. She gets a bottle of Foster’s for herself and then we start singing “if you want to take my body tonight then you have to bring somebody tonight. I think im seeing double, God killed the queen”. The show then ends and many fans try to get backstage; just so you know that is impossible. Then the band comes in and gives us a big group hug. We then gulped two bottles each and went to sleep. We all love camping backstage. We think it’s just like a big sleepover. Its fun! And Judith and I don’t have much of a trouble sleeping together in front of them.

 

I woke up to see the band still sleeping and Judith holding out a steaming cup of black coffee. Hmm! That’s just something I can’t live without. I need to start my day with caffeine and nicotine (and if im in the mood pot would do too). I just need them racing through my veins (this craving for nicotine is something that no non-smoker can understand). It’s difficult to get in for a shower without them.

 

After she handed me my coffee she went and sat on the couch. I go there and lay my head on her thigh and pull real hard on my Marlboro. I could not even blow the smoke out (I got real less sleep last night); I just let it seep out through the side of my mouth. I get done with my coffee and Marlboro and glance at the time. I flip. I look at Judith with a questioning look and all she says in her sexy voice is “I told them not to syringe last night” (it’s a different way of saying injecting heroin) “and they promised that they would get up in time for the bus and guess what? Surprise, surprise, we have missed the bus and no performance equals no dough”. I reply with a sniff “really isn’t there something we can do? What if we wake them up ready real fast and leave ASAP? What if…”she shuts me up by screaming “We have lost the biggest show of our life, you really think we can make it there now? Do you Alexei Turner? Do you? I guess not, right?” I just stared at her and collapsed; im really scared of her screams, she hardly gets angry but once she does it’s like crazy.

 

When I woke up, my head, still spinning from my last conversation with Judith, looks around and sees her sipping a cup of coffee. She doesn’t like coffee; she prefers not to drink it. That’s what hit me. She never drinks it only keeps it ready for me and I couldn’t even see the band anywhere. I freaked. I have never been so scared my entire life. Then I see her walking towards me with the cup in her hand. She whispers “don’t worry; I’m just tasting the coffee before I hand it to you. I have been doing that ever since. I have packed your bags and I have made sure they won’t get up for some more time at least” (she’s probably injected more heroin in their systems) “We are going back to our home town. And I have got this place right opposite the beach. So drink your coffee quick so we can leave.” I asked her why are we leaving and she replies “because I am leaving the band and you are coming with me. I have had enough of this rubbish they give me. I have done so much for them and what do I get? Pot-smoking-vodka-loving-smack heads. So please have your smoke and coffee real quick.” I get out of bed and realize that I have no chance against her; she is just too stubborn.

 

Okay, so the band broke up and I am still living with Judith, I still kept contact with the band mates. She didn’t even mention them.

 

It was her birthday and ‘we’ were celebrating. I was returning home after getting Thai takeout and it started raining heavily. I was soaked head to toe. I soon as I rang the bell, I found a chilled beer in my hand and a pair of amazingly hot lips planted firmly on mine, after that she whispered sexily “chuck the beer; let’s get you out of these wet clothes first.” After dinner, the ex-bassist from ‘the’ band, Keith Turner (no relation; I could never be related to him. He is a slob whereas I am all neat and clean, spic and span and hygienic and I actually take a bath) comes over with a gift for her from Daryl. She got irritated that he had come but she still let him in.

 

I noticed Keith looked kinda nervous. Well I don’t really blame him, Judith intimidates practically everyone. Today was different, he did not look intimidated, he looked panic-stricken. Well he was right to look that way. Daryl had shot himself for Judith. Yes, yes I always knew he was in love with her. It only takes a girl to know who’s in love with whom, (I think Judith was too ignorant to notice). He wrote her a letter. It said…

 

Hey, happy birthday! I know you are irritated with me but let me write it all out. I loved you and I knew that I was never going to get you to love me that way so I decided to be best friends with you (hey, something’s better than nothing right). But that day I saw you leaving with her. That’s what hit me, well actually not that, it’s going to be the bullet but I felt you really needed to know this and I know I am ruining your day but you remember your birthday in the club where we were working I got The Killers to play a song for you (I write sins not tragedies) hope you remember me with that song because it is actually kind of ironic that I’m writing this letter (it’s not a sin, it’s a tragedy). I composed a song for you. I hope you record it with your new band and I also hope that you wear my gift around your neck. I didn’t get it done it was probably Burke/ Keith/ Lee. Hope you miss me and I also hope that Miss Alexei Turner (he used to call me that for some odd reason) takes good care of you and I hope she will miss me too. See you in hell; ha ha.

 

Daryl.

 

Today, I can hear myself singing “forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really wanna live for ever, forever, forever?” Today when I walk backstage I think of that bullet around her neck and why Daryl just had to. This word ‘love’ is a sin and this word has made me stick around with her and her band (Blonde Curls & Beer) singing the song Daryl wrote for her because she bursts into tears every time she tries singing it. She loves him as a friend and that’s okay because when I enter her room backstage, I see her opening the Foster’s bottle with her teeth, handing it to me and then reaching out for my lips.

 

 

The ‘Deja Vu-ed’ end