tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:25:57 +0000melifechangerandomthought provoking drivelrelationshipsWriter's blockruminatingwomenworldcomebackconfusionloveself discoveryusfriendsmenwork2009crazy fungrowing upstupid peopletravelIndiaIndianambitionsbengalibirthdaycaffeine lovehigh heelsplanranttwentyFoodboredcoffeecupcakesdelhifamily dramafictionhurtmaking outmidnight blahmorning rantmusicnew yearother genresromancesarcasmself helpspiritualismthoughfor she rants in exasperation of her highly myriad mind which knows no end to being obnoxious. And she won't shut up about it.http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (kajori)Blogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-7355328028634645082Wed, 30 Jul 2014 06:00:00 +00002020-04-03T22:58:20.551+05:30crazy funplanrandomself discoverytravelworldWriter's block Earthen floors, maybe clay even. Lamplight, flickering but not eerie, casting warm shadows on uneven stone walls, smooth to the touch nevertheless. Inside the room, the lamp makes everything yellow, orange, amber, brown. Its light is bright enough to make the outlines of the objects in the room visible, but not bright enough for individual colours, textures, to be seen clearly. A thin http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2014/07/that-dot-on-world-map.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-2072683650546353746Tue, 29 Jul 2014 16:43:00 +00002020-04-03T23:07:28.525+05:30loverantrelationshipsromanceruminatingsarcasm Everybody gets to hear them at some point. Before job interviews and first dates, while writing scholarship essays and before meeting prospective spouses. Just be yourself, darling, they're told. Me; not so much. I get pearls like, "Don't use long words and scare him off", "Don't make fun of anybody", "Maybe you should tone down your bitchy a notch", "Don't be sarcastic and intimidatinghttp://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2014/07/those-few-words.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-3640764316445103203Fri, 25 Apr 2014 17:14:00 +00002020-04-03T23:59:34.184+05:30hurtmeplanrantthought provoking drivel I've been thinking, about nothing in particular however everything in general. The outlook is rather grim, for some reason. I'm not very clear as to what that reason is. I suspect it is because of self indulgence than any concrete malady. So, now I obviously have to over-analyse it. Goodness, this blog must be the most mixed up collection of pap in the world. Maybe not. Let's not be http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-meena-kumari-syndrome.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-2841079169194089372Thu, 13 Feb 2014 16:31:00 +00002020-04-03T23:53:52.800+05:30 Stop crying now. Don’t be a whiner. She’s gone, she won’t come back. Your tears are no magic elixir of life. I sent her away for good this time. I’m always the one doing the hard things to keep us together. But it’s nice that you need me that way.Let me tell you, love is bandied around too much. The word is stupid. You don’t need to love to say the words. But I did. You remember that schmaltzyhttp://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2014/02/fiction-dear-all.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-4823591372446270911Tue, 11 Feb 2014 14:18:00 +00002020-04-04T00:44:38.019+05:30ambitionschangemeruminatingwork I love this time of the year because the air feels like silk over your skin. The wind still retains a little bite and the nights are perfect for long-winded stories, remembrances of a softer time. This time of the year has always been amazing, because there always was a book to be finished in the sweet sun gazing through the curtains, exams to be done away with and meeting friends again. There http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2014/02/spring-again.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-3082730998993808428Thu, 30 May 2013 08:11:00 +00002020-04-06T10:34:27.255+05:30lifethought provoking drivelwomenworld Men, I'll say this again: you have it easy. In school, in college, even in offices. Male bullies stand up and practically announce that they're bullies. They shove you on the playground, trip you in front of girls, tell everybody how you got shit-faced and threw up at the last office party. Girl bullies are different. Tina Fey got that bang on in Mean Girls. Girl bullies play mind-games, http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2013/05/men-have-it-easy-women-dont.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-1486456232962086844Fri, 26 Apr 2013 07:16:00 +00002013-04-26T12:47:07.304+05:30caffeine lovecoffeecomebackIndialifemorning rantwork The time of the day- one sunny irritating morning on a relatively late-to-work Friday. Yes, I am one those who have a bad face when I reach office, it's not the work; it's the morning.  The place it was- The Barista outlet across the road where I asked my auto-rickshaw guy to stop, paying him extra 30 bucks!  The characters involved- The Barista counter attendant (read: http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2013/04/i-know-my-coffee-thank-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-5648782396173373204Sat, 02 Jun 2012 18:57:00 +00002020-04-06T10:44:46.742+05:30changeIndialifethoughwork I haven't written in a long time. Not on the blog nor on the paper towels. My learnt lessons are so interspersed and polarised that I can't find a way to put them down in writing; in an earnest manner. So I am going to rant about what I experienced, with a little hope that it provides a little insight to what the country taught me so far. It is not a conventional message. Eight months ago ashttp://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/06/last-letter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-5988369479135608624Sat, 18 Feb 2012 12:25:00 +00002020-04-06T10:58:56.901+05:30lifeloverelationshipsruminatingthought provoking drivelus Disclaimer : It is a long post. Very Long. Some where it will feel I am talking to myself, kindly ignore. In our times, the most inaccurate and overused word is a "mutual breakup". I am an expert at this because I've had multiple mutual breakups, we are friends now because I initiated those.  Save it sweethearts, there is nothing like one. There is nothing mutual about a breakuphttp://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-oxymoron.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-6186789340132713422Tue, 07 Feb 2012 09:20:00 +00002020-04-06T11:04:01.293+05:30caffeine lovemeruminatingworld "Sorry Madam, we don't open before 11 a.m" "But you are open. Already." "We cannot serve you before eleven" "I will die" Not many customers say these three words to a coffee shop counter person. That day she made an exception. And also the Cappuccino. While making a mental note to hide under the counter, the next time she sees this crazy girl walk-in.  Getting a coffee http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-called-c.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-3975765682874866908Wed, 01 Feb 2012 21:00:00 +00002012-02-02T02:30:21.244+05:30boredmidnight blahrandomruminatingWriter's block An hour ago a good friend 'S' was talking to me about this phenomenon called the Midnight Blah! (Now don't Google search, you may land in a thatch of no hay.)  It is what happens to you sometime late after midnight, after you have played several games of Angry Birds, read the funnies and the news in many a e-papers, glanced through a few blogs, of course stalked http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/02/midnight-blah-archives.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-6114970972435327054Tue, 31 Jan 2012 21:10:00 +00002012-02-02T14:01:43.402+05:30friendslifemenruminatingthought provoking drivelwomen            I have to claim I have amazing friends. You may be hearing this quite often from me (oh wait! you don't! I don't write quite often), but yes! I am surrounded by all the amazing people. Apart from bearing with me when I am PMS'ing to a plethora of other stuff they do for me and ask nothing in return, today I mention them because they are such sweet http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-do-feminists-scare-you-so-much.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-8492903826442894403Mon, 30 Jan 2012 18:00:00 +00002012-01-31T01:19:01.651+05:30changeconfusionlifemeother genresthought provoking drivel A hiatus of almost 4 months and I finally had to give in to publish this post! Better, call it clicking the "publish' button at a gun-point. At this moment, I have 153 posts in the draft section. Thank heavens for Blogger to include such stuff. And why I decided to publish this is not-so-a-random reason. A was bored. He wanted to read something from my blog. So I got extremely http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/01/contemplating-is-just-word.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-8650306301265902771Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:45:00 +00002011-12-05T16:44:58.499+05:30changeconfusiondelhimerandomtravelwork This morning I was in Delhi, now I am not. Tomorrow I won't be waking up to a radio alarm, an impromptu conversation with the colleague(who goes to work at 8! and calls me) and crying out for the morning coffee with my eyes still shut!    Wrapping up four months of work and life in a few boxes has been tough. And I am not going to mention how many boxes. Coming back to the http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/09/dilli-meri-jaan.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-8637923186841330092Tue, 20 Sep 2011 21:14:00 +00002011-12-05T16:44:45.137+05:30comebacklifemethought provoking driveltravelWriter's block I wanted to tell you that how my life is full of random moments. Why? because it's a better thing to start than saying "yes! I am back again" Yet again.  Well, it doesn't take the wits of a rocket scientist to figure out that this blog has been dysfunctional for quite some time now - very much close to FIVE months. And I have no idea why did I stop scribbling on this blog and when? http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/09/worldly-woes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-8304368620557065145Thu, 05 May 2011 18:55:00 +00002020-04-24T14:34:27.337+05:30 She was three and a half, very much aware of her surrounding with extremely awakened senses. That of the aromas of her grandmother's meticulous kitchen to her mother's extremely disorganised minimalist urban kitchen. She wouldn't touch the toddler-appropriate food the mother hastily would try make before she left for work. No! That wouldn't work. It had to be elaborate.  The only way http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/05/pocketful-of-froggies_06.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-8704103172437197115Wed, 27 Apr 2011 12:56:00 +00002012-12-01T10:49:33.307+05:30growing uplifethought provoking drivel Nostalgia is an odd thing. It garbles your hindsight and does weird things to your mind's eye. So that no matter how heinous a time you've had back in the sulky past, all you remember is a warm glow of contentment, bathed in a soft golden-yellow twilight.  Look at the past through sepia-tinted glasses and you don't see the jagged edges that ripped your emotions back then. You don't hearhttp://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/04/nostalgia-on-my-plate.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)1Anand, Gujarat, India22.560869 72.95477299999993222.53009 72.929993499999938 22.591648 72.979552499999926tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-8132540541676179301Wed, 20 Apr 2011 20:47:00 +00002011-04-21T02:17:59.715+05:30loverandomrelationshipsusHe’d hoped for a perfect day Of dirty shoes and a long walk While she had made plans To drink coffee and talk He sat behind the curtain Altered by the sugar Took questions one by one Without a perfect answer He almost never had one She whimpered on Walking about restlessly Without any footwear on He had nothing to ask But the one that made her shudder It wasn’t her love for dogs But why she sang http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-it-ended-then.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-3189455395970806410Wed, 20 Apr 2011 20:31:00 +00002011-04-21T02:05:05.979+05:30lifememenrandomrelationshipsTo the guy who gave me Nickleback's "Figured You Out" because he thought it'd help me cope with a broken heart (it did) To the guy who introduced me to Terry Pratchett, saw bad student films, ate good student desserts and watched fireworks with me on Marine Drive to help me get over another guy To the guy who convinced me to apply for the Rhodes' scholarship, who put the worm of book-writing inhttp://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-acknowledgement-speech-period.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-8003447614665536986Fri, 25 Mar 2011 20:08:00 +00002011-12-05T16:46:26.241+05:30friendslifememenrelationshipsthought provoking drivelwomen I confess I am not a man hater. I surely am not; and I have references to prove that. But, I am jealous of men.  I surely am. Of the many things for which I'm jealous of men ( lack of fear of cellulite, capacity for alcohol, ability to travel anywhere anyhow, guaranteed orgasms, license for immaturity, capacity to burp anywhere and so on) the one that gets my goat vote is http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/03/species-called-women.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-329324582602560551Thu, 10 Feb 2011 22:07:00 +00002011-02-11T03:37:23.647+05:30menrelationshipsthought provoking drivel   Yes! apart from my last post I have not been writing. Because I have been thinking. It is a very very nasty habit I picked up recently while working on the college magazine.        I being perversely introspective, do not use my grey matter to ponder over the Big Bang theory or the origins of The God Particle. Instead, I spend my time thinking about http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/02/peterpan-complex.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-8319856500873043233Wed, 09 Feb 2011 08:57:00 +00002011-12-05T16:47:00.116+05:30lifemusicthought provoking drivelus Has the kind of music you dive into, ever changed your world in any way? Have you ever ever thought harder or felt stronger after your favourite lines? Have you ever been left with cold feet, weak knees, a pounding heart or a dazed expression? Has the music ever entered your ears and then taken a short-cut directly into your soul without stopping to bother your head or heart? Or has it ever http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/02/chord-that-struck.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-3775752631701589671Fri, 10 Dec 2010 23:19:00 +00002011-12-05T16:47:12.861+05:30changeconfusionfriendsgrowing uplifemerandomtwenty                An avowal of all the beeeeeeeeeeeeeg events of my life was the sole purpose of this blog, but somewhere along the way the 'big' got replaced by erratic and random, and then further down, the word 'events' pretty much got lost in its own self. The loss of the word 'events' was made clearer with my intense need to reiterate the fact that http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/12/words-on-lifes-cardboard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-5613876480113474544Tue, 30 Nov 2010 20:40:00 +00002011-12-05T16:48:30.071+05:30crazy funhigh heelsmewomen All my life no words could have rung truer than when Carrie Bradshaw sleepily announced,"But I rationalized that my new shoes shouldn't be punished just because I can't budget." unquote UO Red Ballerina Flats  Beer bellied men buy real estates, the MBA victims spend on mutual funds, S.P Tulsian and market incarnations alike tend to imbue in other's hard earned money, most Indian http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-new-shoes-shouldnt-be-punished-just.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744602620151157498.post-3386429971648127263Tue, 16 Nov 2010 23:15:00 +00002011-12-05T16:50:43.450+05:30lifemerandomWriter's block Its funny how its becoming a sore chore to put things up here. Spilling out paragraphs of utter nonsense is not as easy as it sounds. And hell NO! I am not dead yet, although i very much would love to be. - - - - - - On the contrary, that sounds suicidal, so just hold on. I am not dead yet. http://ofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/grey-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (kajori)2