This is quite crappily written but it's the idea that counts right? And the idea sounded pretty good in my head. Maybe I'll fix it after the exams ( I probably won't)

She:
She sat there listening to Elton John wondering when she would have someone write her ‘her song’. To write her anything, in fact; even an email would do. Someone to call her in the middle of the night, someone she could call to gush about the rain.
But even in her loneliest moments she knew she didn’t want just anyone. It had to be him or nobody.
If only she could meet him.
She checked his profile online, she read his blog, she googled his name, she walked past his house. She knew it wasn’t normal, but, try as she might, she couldn’t stop herself from doing it.
She wondered what it'd be like to talk to him. She spent all day trying to find a way to see him. She could have met him today if he had come to her friends’ house. She could have met him if she’d taken an earlier train. She could have met him if he had just come forth and said hello.
But he didn’t and she spent her time looking for photos of him on the internet.

He:
He had a lot on his plate. He had plans, hopes, dreams, ambitions. He had to study, to travel, to meet new people and see new places. He needed to make something of himself. He had a gift and he needed to use it. He didn’t have time for a girlfriend. Still he found himself dreaming of her. He knew he was a traveler at heart, but for her, he would change. He could fill his days just writing to her, about her, for her.
If only he could meet her.
But he didn’t.

The past few days have been rather dull so I have found solace in these three jokes. Being the kind, compassionate person that I am, I thought I'll share them with everyone. I'm not sure if they even make sense out of context, let alone seem funny. Either way, it doesn't matter. This is the beauty of having no readers.

So here are the jokes in order of preference:

P upon (mis)hearing some students campaigning "We want a solution!"
"They want sun lotion?"
(Afterwards she exclaimed, "That was so 'bimbo', no?")

The boy who looked 'dapper' (it's my new favourite word!) on drinking beer
"People might not do it for that reason but I'm not people. *pause* I'm da Man!"

My absolute favourite:
M on hearing some guy make up a word
"This man is suffering from neogolism!"

Yesterday's horoscope:

"You may start feeling a bit insecure about your position, although that may not be the case"

Today we had our last OB class ever (yippee!). Among other things sir spoke of capitalism.
If you think about it, all socialist, imperialist, communist, and democratic world views have faded away. The only thing that remained was capitalism. Which is why America is a superpower and the unofficial king of the world. But if you think some more, you'll realise that even capitalism has more or less collapsed now with the recent economic meltdown. So what now? Maybe we'll return to a previously sucessful system of functioning. After all, history tends to repeat itself. Or we might just stumble upon a new social-political-economic ideology. Personally I'm rooting for something new.

Delhi 6 has all the makings of a successful movie. It has talented actors, well thought-out characters, and a brilliant musical score. The cinematography is great, the still are wonderful and the setting is romantic. But there is no love story. In fact, there is no story at all.

NRI boy, Roshan, (Abhishek Bachchan) fulfils his dying grandmother’s penultimate wish by bringing her to India. That’s where the story falls apart. Is it about a sweet NRI boy getting accustomed to India? Is it about him falling in love with a local girl? Is it about the local girl aspiring for a place on a reality show? Is it about Chandni Chowk as the name suggests? Or is it about the damned killer monkey? Maybe it is about Hindu-Muslim conflict. Who can say?

Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra’s effort to one-up his Rang De Basanti tanked but it was not completely hopeless. A.R. Rahman’s music (songs like Genda Phool and Masakalli) is beautiful beyond words. Abhishek Bachchan, Sonam Kapoor and the rest of the cast have all acted brilliantly. And despite being slow and aimless, the script is nevertheless funny and the story relate-able in parts.

It’s worth one watch in any case.

I went for someone's sangeet yesterday and everyone kept forcing me to dance. (except my friend who understood..it is one of the many reasons I love her!)
What I don't get is this: Why is it okay for people to not know how to sing, but not okay to not know how to dance?
I will fashion this into a whole post someday.

I wrote this for my birthday but forgot to post it:

22 years.

It amazes me how little I’ve learnt in all this time. I lived in Bombay for 15 years. I know about 5 square kilometres of it and even those have changed. I’ve lived in Delhi for 6, but can’t claim to know this city either. What achievements do I have to speak of? What interests? I like music but do I know about it? No. I like food but do I know about it? Again, no. In 22 years I couldn’t find something to intrigue me? In 22 years I couldn’t find something I’m good at? What is the point of a life like this, aimlessly moving from one day through the next?

I know what I want for this birthday. It’s the same thing I wanted on my 20^th.

A purpose.