The Life & Times of a Lemon

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noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 22:34:00 +0000

A whirlwind of a week later, I'm in a new place in my life. A place that was not even remotely on the cards. But for the record, I'd just like to say, that it it feels pretty damn good.

4 months later.

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 16:59:00 +0000

The madness that is college . The 'sort of cute' guy at the gym . Chicago . Not the place, the play . Losing weight . Dancing for the first time . Ever . Facebook . Interning . Riding around town like a crazy person . Losing friends . Dancing some more . Acting or trying to, at least . Realizing that the 'sort of cute' guy at the guy was not cute at all, and was a year and a half younger than me . Wearing a LBD on stage! Loneliness . Devouring six entire seasons of One Tree hill . Friends getting engaged . Portfolios . Apple Crumble . Making friends . 10 Downing Street . 'Single My Ass'. Sleepless nights . The possibility of moving to Bombay . Rehearsals . The 7 day diet . Putting on weight . Glitzy costumes . Not being the perpetual wallflower for once in my life .

That pretty much sums up the past four months. The four months during which I couldn't find it in me to update this space, not because I didn't have anything going on my life, but because I was utterly and completely uninspired. I'd manage to get about three sentences down before I'd decide to abandon it. This happened about thirty times, so there's roughly round ninety random sentences laying around my drafts folder. In case you haven't noticed, I'm balancing precariously on that thin line between 'stop writing forever' and 'stop writing forever, you suck'.

Today happens to mark my 3rd year in the blogosphere, which is pretty much insignificant considering the fact that for the past six months, I've been the most suckiest blogger around.

I plan to change that though, hopefully.

I miss it here. I miss being able to be my weirdo self, I miss you guys (If any of you'll still read this, that is), I miss the feeling I used to get every time I received a comment, I miss how words used flow from my fingers with an ease that seems almost impossible now but mostly I miss the joy that this corner of the Internet always brought to me.

July 6th, 2010

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 20:25:00 +0000

A date to remember, because according to some crappy quiz on facebook, I'm meant to meet my soulmate on that date.

Unbelieveble right?! I haven't written in almost three months and the only thing that's motivated me enough to post is some stupid result from some retarded quiz on facebook of all places! What can I say, the dreariness of my life is forcing me to be a pathetic dumb ass, but let's not go into that right now.

God! I just spent half an hour doing random love quizzes on facebook, without realizing that it was showing up on my profile page even after I kept choosing the dam 'Skip' button. Seriously, I need to get a life.

I've been in such a funk lately. A more comprehensive update will be up soon, that is, if I can get my fingers to type out more than the usual three random sentences that never seem to get published!

April '09

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 18:29:00 +0000

The fact that today is the 30th is the reason I am forcing myself to post, because I know that when I look back at this blog, an empty space between March 2009 and May 2009 would break my heart.

The recent evidence of my complete and total abandonment of this blog makes me terribly sad.

I could say that the reason for that would be that I just couldn't find the words to say what I wanted to say or that I didn't feel like saying what I wanted to say, but the truth of the matter is that, there was NOTHING TO SAY, period, so the whole contemplation of how to say it was a complete non-issue.

There is absolutely nothing going on in my life that is worth taking about, nothing even worth mentioning. I mean seriously, how could the life of a twenty year old be so unbelievably dull.

It is so dull in fact, that, when I smiled at the ONE sort of cute boy at the gym (who for the record smiled back at me), it was the single most interesting thing that had happened in my life for at least the three weeks that preceded and succeeded that 'not-so thrilling-in-a-normal-person's-life' event. And no, I'm not kidding. I'm twenty freakin' years old, smiling at a 'sort of' cute boy (whose name I don't know, by the way) should not be the only exciting(?!) incident of the month.

So, while my life has been spiraling down into a pit of mundane nothingness, tell me what's been up with yours?

2 Oh

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:22:00 +0000

So, I turned 20 on the 5th.

Twen-ty.

As in the big TWO OH, twenty.

As in 240 months, twenty.

As in 1043.6 weeks, twenty.

As in 7305 days, twenty.

As in the 20 after 19, twenty.

Yup, that's the 20 I'm talking about.

The life of a twenty year old female in this day and age is filled with five hundred friends on Facebook, a phone that needs to be surgically removed from her ear, gossip over coffee with the girls, parties, illegal drinks at said parties and not to mention a tote bag full of drama.

Such is the case of a normal twenty year old. The epitome of an abnormal one on the other hand would be me.

I know, that the only sane thing to do right now would be to channel Joey and scream "Why God, Why?!!" until I'm convinced God can hear me, but funnily, I cannot be more relived.

Why you ask, well, for one, I was never a typical teenager to begin with. Sure like every other teenage girl there was the inevitable ‘Boy Band' phase and the 'The-Phone-Is-My-Lifeline' phase and the 'Boy-Crazy' phase. But being the weirdo that I was, there was also the "Insufferable-grandma-of-the-Gang" phase, the "Head-Accountant-At-Lunches" phase and the 'I-Have-This-Compulsive-Need-To-Act-35' phase.

Twenty days ago, the prospect of turning 20 seemed daunting. Honestly I couldn’t understand how a person who felt like she was 14 and on occasion acted like she was 60 could actually be on the verge of turning 20. Finding middle ground unfortunately has never been my forte.

20 is definitely a weird place to be in, because you’ve lost the right to scream at the top of your lungs for no apparent reason (which previously could have been blamed on teenage angst), yet you’re not old enough to go out and get yourself a beer (Not that I want to by the way, get myself a beer that is). Its a stage where you have to tread carefully, making sure you don't falter, back into your, much too familiar 'teenagy' past. To tell you the truth, I've actually found myself mature more in the past few days than I ever have in my entire life.

I'm not the same girl I was.

I'm in my 20's for heaven's sake!

God, it feels wierd to say that.

Ooty 6

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 06:40:00 +0000

Sitting at a random net cafe in Ooty, where 800x600 resolution monitors and unbelievably slow Internet speeds seem to be the norm.

Surprisingly, I am not freezing my ass off and I feel like a complete fool considering the fact that I spent the last two weeks worrying about the cold. I happen to hate the cold, in case you didn't know.

Goosebumps were all I got walking on the streets in a saree at ten in the night. I expected to get a frostbite.

I decided to indulge the adventuress in me and take a walk alone to the Botanical gardens. Yes, taking a walk alone to the Botanical Gardens qualifies as an adventure in my book. I love going places by myself except for the weird looks I get from random guys on the street.

Being surrounded by shops selling home made chocolates while on a diet is not as hard as I thought it would be.

Have to run. Pray that I don't puke on all the people in the bus while going downhill. Oh, were you eating? I'm sorry.

No actually I'm not. I'm evil like that. :P

75 - 50 = ?

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 17:29:00 +0000

Well, I just spent the last hour going through my entire blog. Yes, my entire blog. And no, I am not self obsessed. Its just that I've been trying to figure out how the hell I managed to write so much then, when now, I can't even bring myself to string together a sentence that isn't whiny or verbally challenged or that won't drive you a hundred blogs away.

The above three sentences took 4 days to write. Seriously. V-E-R-B-A-L-L-Y C-H-A-L-L-E-N-G-E-D.

There was too much that I wanted to say and too much that I want to say that I didn't and still don't know where to start. That's what led to the "Not saying anything at all" phase. A phase that I seem to have gotten a little too comfortable in.

Plus its a little intimidating when most of you bloggers, can effortlessly express yourselves in posts complete with a passion that is almost tangible. I on the other hand, like to dwell on the fact that I'm not one of you'll.

Just to completely prove that point, I'm going to do the '25 things' tag that seems to be around everywhere! (Stupid facebookers who think they can steal the concept of the tag from us bloggers.) This is with a slight twist though, because I have done variations of this tag a hundred times over and to do it for the hundred and first time is a little much even for a veteran bore like myself.

So here goes...

25 Things I wish I could have told my 'last year' self.

(Ignore the grammatical error in that sentence)

1) Put that slice of pizza down. Now.

2) Your immune system of steel? A horrible bout of chicken pox is going to break that down, so don't be so cocky about it.

3) You were wrong about college. It does get worse.

4) The unfathomable will happen. You will discover that you love to cook.

5) And guess what? You're actually good at it, even when you wing it.

6) Yes, being the brunt of all the jokes is what you do best. Get used to it.

7) People will keep reminding you that you are 'emotionally hollow'. Tell them to shut the hell up.

8) You become a serial downloader. (pun unintended)

9) Your year is obviously quite boring, since I'm completely running out of things to say.

10) You learn to procrastinate procrastination.

11) Humor, at least the conventional kind does not run in your veins. Deal with it.

12) Your socially inept behavior is often misconstrued as snobbishness.

13) Read more. No,not more blogs, more books.

14) Stop fighting with everyone. I know it exhilarates you, but stop. Its unhealthy.

15) Get off the Internet.

16) In twelve months, you will fall head over heels in love with a certain Anoop Desai.

17) And yes, you still hate rain.

18) Kareoke nights with the choir will be the most fun you'll have all year.

19) You'll get your temper under control. Are you shocked?? Me too.

20) Keep singing at the top of your lungs when you ride your bike. Its completely worth it, even with all those people staring at you wierdly.

21) You'll find your soulmate.

22) Don't get so excited. His last name is Inspiron 1520. And his first is Dell.

23) Don't binge on popcorn at 3 in the morning. 'Popcorn Puke' is not fun. At all. Seriously.

24) Two words. Flickr & Twitter.

25) You will lose the ability to write. This is proof.

Get out your pen and paper, Life!

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 20:56:00 +0000

Its funny how its becoming a chore to write. Spilling paragraph upon paragraph of nonsense is not as easy as it looks.

Life being its irritating little self is taking its course and sometimes or rather all the time I can't help but wonder if it'll all be worth it.

Life, you owe me! Are you listening? Please take note. One great job, one incredibly handsome (READ:sexy) husband, two kids and all the other things on those typical girly girl lists.

And before you ask, no, I'm not a typical girly girl.

Ok, maybe I'm about .45% girly .

Just to be clear, that reads point four five.

So, where was I? Oh ya, life's being a bitch, but I guess its time to pull up my socks and roll with the punches. Whoa, cliché alert! Sorry, self imposed blogging hiatus is taking its toll. Why the hell is it so hard to write these days??!

Anyway, sorry for putting you through this, this post was completely pointless and not to mention completely random.

Oh but wait, that's how all my posts are!

Wow, it feels good to be back!

Pre- college blues

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 19:10:00 +0000

No I'm not dead, although I'd very much like to be.

On second thought, no, that sounds suicidal, which I can confirm that I definitely am not.

And I thought, Hello, new shoes....bye bye blues..

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 11:10:00 +0000

Hey I put some new shoes on,

And suddenly everything is right,

I said, Hey, I put some new shoes on,

And everybody's smiling, Its so inviting..

Oh, short on money but long on time

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine

And I'm running late, and I dont need an excuse,

'Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes.

-PAOLO NUTINI

Baby Love

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 23:53:00 +0000

Yes, its 4 :46 in the morning.

Yes, I just got up.

Yes, I was asleep for the past eight hours, considering that I hadn't slept for the 48 before that.

Yes, my jury went horribly. And, no, I'm not being convicted, I'm talking about college.

Yes, I couldn't answer the million unanswerable questions.

Yes, I was called on, on not being 'technically sound'.

Yes, I felt like crap after.

And yes, none of that matters, because today, I just became an aunt for the second time!!!

And yes, thank god I'm not with him, or else I'd have eaten him up by now!

Love you already, baby Zach!

Some TV lovin'

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 18:12:00 +0000

Its so easy to let all the things that were previously in your life slip when you've got more important things that demand your attention. Please ignore the fact that the word 'important' in my life actually means TV.

My download schedule these past two months have been crazy. Crazy in a good way though, cause it means more than a couple of hours each night of either spoilt brats from the upper east side, McSteamy, the awesomeness that is....wait for it....Barney or the hundreds of other characters that make American television so hard to resist.

If American television on the other hand, awakens the gag reflex in you, I suggest you skip this post. I'm only writing this, so that when I read it 20 years from now, I'll know that the 19th year of my life was filled with all the normal things a 19 year old is supposed to do, you know, things like go out, have fun, party, drink myself silly and not sit at home happily devouring hours of TV. Yeah, I know that that spells loser, but you know what, I've come to terms with it.

So here's my schedule. I don't watch these shows on television, but download them. (Anti downloaders, your hate mail isn't going to stop me, so please note that you'd be wasting your time)

Monday:

Desperate Housewives

Yes, the ladies of Wisteria Lane are most certainly kicking up their skirts in their fifth year. Its got the usual, Susan with her man troubles, Lynette with her kid troubles but surprisingly each year the show just keeps getting better and better!

Brothers And Sisters

In its third season, not as exciting as all its other hour long drama show competitors, but I've been a huge fan right from the start, so I'm rooting for this one to stay on as long as all the others have.

Tuesday: Also the best day of the week when it comes to TV!

Gossip Girl

(In a Kristen Bell's husky voice)

Queen B and S have patched up again and Little J has flown the coop, has she taken on more than she can handle?? Be careful of the friends you make Little J, they can take your life and make it go up in flames. Oh, and you be careful too readers, once this show sucks you in, there's no turning back.

xoxo

GossipGirl

Just for the record, I was actually called 'Gossip Queen' when I was in school, so its no surprise that I love this show.

How I met Your Mother

Seriously, do I even need to talk about how AWESOME this show is?!

Prison Break

Ah, my Wentworth Miller crush, second only to my ginormous Leo DiCaprio crush when I was 10.

But even if he wasn't in the lead, this show would still be as nail biting as it is, every single week! Four years running, and the breaking-out-of-prison theme still hasn't gotten old. Kudos to the writers, they have me and half the world hooked. Oh, and to you too Wentworth, you nail the 'smouldering-hot-intelligent-hot-sexy-hot-amazingly-hot' look in every single scene.

Did I say the word 'hot' one too many times in that sentence?

Heroes

Again, an amazing show, but I haven't really been watching this season, because it gets too confusing, and when you watch an episode, you have to go back to the previous episode to know who's after who and who's in which form and blah, blah blah. So basically, its just too much work. But, I have been downloading and accumulating them, so that I can watch them at a stretch and save myself the trouble of going back and forth.

Samantha Who

Only started downloading it due to my undying love for sitcoms, but honestly, it isn't that great. It isn't something you can rewatch. Come to think of it, the only sitcom you can rewatch five billion times and not get even a teensy bit bored of is Friends, and this definitely isn't in that league.

Its ok to watch when you're completely bored and have nothing else to do.

Wednesday:

90210

A spin off from the old and very popular Beverly Hills 90210. I remember this show so well, because my cousins were crazy about it.

Anyway, the new one is just as good as the old or maybe even better. You could call it the west coast version of Gossip Girl, but I like to keep my 'chanel-wearing-boyfriend-stealing-back-stabbing-teens' separate from one another, thank you very much.

Thursday:

Lipstick Jungle

I didn't even know this show existed until I read the book, and as is always the case with me, anytime I read or hear about something new, I have to google it. Its like a disease. No seriously, ITS LIKE A DISEASE.

Anyway, when I did google it, I found out that they had made the book into a show (the book by the way is by Candace Bushnell, the same woman who wrote Sex and the City), and a season had already past, so being the rabid downloader that I am, I had to download the whole thing and watch it. And surprise surprise, it was pretty addictive.

Its on its second season now, and is doing pretty well from the looks of it.

Dirty Sexy Money

Along the same lines of Lipstick Jungle, but oh, so much more juicier!! True to its title, its dirty, its sexy and they are filthy rich.

Its the story of a family called the 'Darlings'.

There, isn't that reason enough to start watching this show?!

Top Chef

Season 5 of Top Chef requires the same of you as it has in all its previous seasons. Never sit down to watch an episode without a plate of good food in front of you, because trust me, you're bound to get hungry.

This show is also to blame for my ever expanding mid section.

Friday:

Ugly Betty

Now, who doesn't know of the darling Betty Suarez and her questionable fashion sense. Currently in its third season, Ugly Betty still seems to catch its viewers attention. I for one love Justin, Betty's nephew, and please, who can't stare at Daniel Meade for 5 hours straight. Other than you straight guys, that is.

Grey's Anatomy

I just have to say, Meredith Grey annoys the hell outta me. Do you find that surprising?

You know what else?

I don't understand what all the drama is about McDreamy anyway!!

McSteamy is way hotter!

If you didn't get any of that, its probably because you don't watch the show.

But maybe you should start.

Extras:

The Ex- List

A pretty decent new show that got cancelled after four episodes. It stared Elizabeth Reaser, you may remember her as the Jane Doe, Ava from Grey's a coupla seasons back.

The Starter Wife

It started off as a TV mini series, but continued on as a regular series. I watched the season 2 premiere, but am still in the process of downloading the rest.

Rita Rocks:

A new weekday sitcom that started airing last week. Its got Tish Campbell (the Mom from 'My Wife & Kids') in one of the lead roles. Its your standard American family sitcom a la '8 Simple Rules' or 'Hope & Faith'.

Yeah, I watch a lot of TV. If you guys need a lesson in downloading any of these, let me know, I'd be happy to spread the love, because after a long day's work, a bed, my laptop and these shows are all I need to keep me happy and if it could do the same for you, then I can be assured that i'm not the only weirdo in this world.

So, to sum this post up, I HAVE NO LIFE.

But you knew that already, right?

Seven hundred and sixty seven

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 21:13:00 +0000

Whoa! 767 days in the blogosphere. I sure have come a far cry from my first post, which by the way, I now find excruciatingly painful to go back to. The dots, the excessive use of the exclamation mark and the lack of capitals are all mighty cringe-worthy.

But this isn't another "Its-been-two-years-I-love-you-blogosphere-You-have-taught-me-so-much" post.

I already did one of those last year.

This is more of a "blogs-without-which-my-life-would-be-incomplete" post. This is a list of my three favorite bloggers. I adore each and every one of them for completely different reasons. Each one of their posts either inspire me, make me laugh or make me feel like I've known them for ages. All of which are ordinarily very difficult to do, because a) I'm lazy, b) have the weirdest sense of humor and c) I have people issues. Yes, shocking, I know, but let's not dwell on that right now.

So here's my list. If you don't already read them, you should. Or should I say, you must. Either way, I order you to at least go give them a try.

Quaintly.net

She's around my age, is from Malaysia, but just moved to New York to attend Columbia University. Her writing style is amazing for some one so young, and every single post of hers blows me away with how thoughtful and articulate she is with her words. Every single post of hers also makes me extremely jealous because I know I can never be that thoughtful and articulate with my words. Yes I know I have a ton load of issues, someone drive me to a psychiatrist please.

The Pioneer Woman.com

She has a personal blog, a cooking blog, a photography blog and a home blog all rolled into one. And all of which are fabulous. She takes beautiful photos (which accompany ever single one of her posts) and her gastronomic genius is apparent in the cooking section of her blog. She even makes yogurt seem delicious, and if you know me at all, you'd know that there's nothing I hate more in the world than yogurt, oh and people who think that they're all that.

Dooce.com

Only the queen of the blogging universe and quite possibly the king too. This woman my idol. Seriously, a blog cannot get better than hers. She's like the coolest, most awesome person in the world. I know I either sound like a blithering idiot or a crazy teenybopper fan, both of which I don't deny that I am (except for the teenybopper bit, that is). But if you don't read this woman, you should go jump on over to her site right now, because I swear to God, you have no clue what you've been missing in the blog world.

So that's it for the list. If you have your own set of favorite bloggers, feel free to go crazy in the comments, you can be sure that I will check them out, just like how you'll check my list out. Hint, hint.

And about the fact that my two year anniversary post, is more than a month late, I'm totally using the 'SELF PROCLAIMED SLACKER' route to get out of that one.

Hurried randomness.

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 10:41:00 +0000

Yes, I seem to have disappeared off the face of the Internet. I didn't even write on my two year anniversary of this blog!
I figured that my overused excuse of being lazy is well, overused. So I tried to pick a new one, but I couldn't. Why? Because I was too lazy to try for more than three seconds.
The past couple of weeks, have no doubt been hectic, what with college work, submissions and exams. But what kept me busier was keeping up with all of my downloads. The fall TV season has started, and the rabid downloader in me is lapping up every single second. A post on my TV obsession will be up soon. Watch out for it.
Had a minor accident on the bike the other day. Didn't realize that landing sprawled out in the middle of the road would guarantee a horrifying body ache the next day.
Leaving in an hour to visit my grandmom in Nagpur. Anything else I can do there other than gorge and oranges and haldirams?
Speaking of which, I still have some packing and some updating of an iPod to do, so I'll probably try to find an internet centre in the middle of the Dhussera madness to update you more on my mad, chotic albeit boring life!

A little too soon

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 18:39:00 +0000

Today was not a good day.

600 students standing around a bunch of candles and a picture of a girl who left just a little too early.

A junior of mine from college, passed away on Saturday.

But it wasn't until today that it actually hit us.

18 is not an age to go. In fact, its very far away from an age to go. But then again, if there's anything I've learnt in the recent past, its that, anything, good or bad is all a part of the big picture. Now that picture maybe a beautiful Degas, or a scary Edvard Munc h or a freaking chaotic Jackson Pollock, but its still our picture to make, and all the little bits of paint over the years add up at the end of it all.

Now her picture is probably done and all ready to be placed on a hook at the Met, but knowing her and the way she affected our lives, is a little bit of paint on our big pictures. And its fuchsia.

A color we'll definitely miss.

PS: She was a wonderful poet. Please drop by her blog and leave her a message. I'm sure it would mean a lot to her.

Dailies

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 07:01:00 +0000

*Got chills down my back from looking at a picture of a guy that I dont know. Not once, but several times. No one is allowed to be that cute.

*I actually sent more than 5 messages today from my useless phone. The purpose of a cell phone is usually lost on me.

*Managed to successfully sleep for more than 20 minutes before getting caught in class. Huge achievement.

*My unusually strong immune system is giving up on me. Sniffling through out the day is not pretty at all.

*Listened to Jason Mraz's "I'm Your's" 37 times this week. Yes, it is that amazing.

*Give it up for the Daily Sub. I don't know what I'd do without it. Oh wait. Yes, that's right, I'd probably starve.

Which reminds me, its time for lunch.

Decisions, decisions.

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 17:38:00 +0000

Ok I really need your help, because I'm completely incapable of making decisions by myself. Like five minutes back, I couldn't decide if I wanted to go to the loo or not. Because, isn't that like a life or death decision.

Ok back to business. No not my 'business'.

I've decided that its time this blog grew up a little. Its been almost two years and I'm desperate for a change. I'm gonna go for it, and get my own domain name. I would love to move to wordpres s, but unfortunately lack the funds for a domain name AND monthly hosting, plus I'm scared I wont be able to design for wordpress, and that would be a big minus, because lets be honest, who really comes here for the content!

I spent two nights tearing my hair out over names. So I'm gonna ask you guys, because I'm scared my already nightmarish hair wont survive another night.

I'm still basing it on a lemon-ish theme, to keep my identity intact. I'm not willing to let go of that bit just as yet. Its just baby steps for now.

Lurkers, just click one please. I'm in dire need of opinions here. (I used the word 'dire', for heaven's sake!)

Thanks guys. Now all I need to do is weasel my dad's credit card, which is proving to be quite a task because he's one of those "I-don't-trust-the-internet-with-my-money" kinda people.

Wish me luck!

Confessions that are bound to make me pretty damn unpopular

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 17:42:00 +0000

1) I hate the idea of flowers as gifts.

I know you girls have bewildered expressions on your faces and are all "What?? You don't deserve to be a girl!!!', but seriously, there is no point to flowers as gifts. Number one, they're bloody expensive and number two, THEY DIE. Period.

2) Ice Cream isn't really that great.

Its creamy and its cold. Considering the fact that I'm not the biggest fan of cream or milk or anything cold, it just doesn't have that appeal on me.

3) I would gladly live in a tiny room with neon pink walls.

If you haven't noticed by now, I happen to have a pretty high tolerance of 'I-will-make-you-blind' colours. I would marry a rainbow and have its brightly coloured rainbow babies if I could.

4) I'd pick a quiet night home over going out any day.

And by going out I mean partying, clubbing, pub hopping, being in strange social situations, wanting to chop my head off for actually agreeing to go on one of the above mentioned night outs.

5) I expect service when I go out someplace to eat, and when I'm not happy, I make it known to the staff and the 34 other diners that are sitting around.

This is something I cannot help. I expect value for my money, not menus with a 150 items listed on them and ingredients for the kitchen to prepare only 10 of them. Yes, I am talking to you, Café Coffee Day.

6) I'm the only person on this planet who didn't think that 'The Dark Knight' was all that!

Yea, yea, hate me already. You know you want to.

Blah doesn't even begin to cover it.

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 19:54:00 +0000

I have been avoiding this compose page like a plague because I fear that I may have lost that single ounce of writing capability that I once had.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I have nothing to say.

Absolutely nothing.

Zero.

Zip.

Zilch.

Nada.

There are a lot of things on my mind, but trying to push them out of that hole in my face is proving to be quite a task.

So I'm going to leave it at that now, and hope that I get out of this funk in the near future.

Keep your fingers crossed.

ps: Just checked my stats and noticed that someone from the 'Fashion Institute of Technology', was on this site..whoever you are, if you do come back here and see this, can you please get in touch with me. Thanks a ton!

Testing.

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 08:26:00 +0000

I'm only posting because I have to see for myself if this actually gets posted because I still cannot believe that my cheap ass college actually sprang for a WiFi connection.

Edited to add: Whoa, the connection lasted long enough for this to post. I'm very impressed.

The good ol' 90's

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 17:04:00 +0000

The other day, during the usual 'snooping-around-on-facebook' phase of my internet time, I happened to find a group, that listed all the things you would remember if you were a kid who grew up in the 90's. Now I actually remember reading an article awhile ago on things that you would remember if you were an INDIAN kid who grew up in the 90's. So I thought I'd make my own list, of course a couple of things may overlap with the other lists that are all over the internet, but come on, that's only because we all remember the same things. After all, we were the cool kids from the 90's, weren't we?

So, here's my version!

YOU WERE AN INDIAN KID WHO GREW UP IN THE 90'S, IF...

You know who Mogli from the Jungle Book is, because you watched the show on Doordarshan and you remember singing along to the title track, even though you had no idea what it meant. (This is for the South Indians out there)

Wrote an actual letter, or a letter in your head that never materialized to MTV's Most Wanted.

You religiously turned on the TV on Sundays at 12 to catch Derek O'Brien on the Bournvita Quiz show. Yes, religiously. Its quite shocking that I of all people loved this show.

'Made in India' by Alisha Chinai was one of your favorite songs and you hoped that one day, a bare bodied Milind Soman would jump out of a box and sweep you off of your feet.

Your first email address was the lamest one you've ever had. Eg : koolchick2000@yahoo.com

Your mom sent you to bed by 8, so that she could watch "Bold and the Beautiful' without you irritating her with questions like "What does 'romantic' mean?"

You thought that having a birthday party at the newly opened Pizza Corner made you the coolest gal around.

You could sing along to the Vicco Turmeric ad.

You got ready for school in the morning while watching 'GI Joe' and 'The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' on Star Plus.

You got the board game "Business" as a gift on at least one of your birthdays.

Your wardrobe was almost completely made up of clothes from Weekender Kids.

Train rides meant hurriedly buying a Tinkle or a Champak just before you jumped in.

You thought Nick Carter from 'The Backstreet Boys' was the 'cutest' guy around! (As 10 year olds, 'hottest' wasn't a word that was in our vocabulary as yet)

You managed to entirely cover one wall of your room with posters of Leo DiCaprio.

Speaking of which, your mom made you shut your eyes during the infamous 'car' scene in the 'Titanic'.

You loved the lollipop 'Mr. Pops' but hated Parle's Lacto King. (Seriously, Lacto King sucked!)

You cried every time you watched the movie 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai'.

You wished you had your very own robot sister like Vickie from 'Small Wonder'.

You traded your 'tazos' for neon coloured 'Add Gel' pens!

You would have given your left eye for a game like 'Jumanji'.

Dancing to the Macarena was a given at any party!

You remember that 'Lays' were originally called 'Ruffles'.

You were hooked onto Cartoon Network and had to be surgically removed from in front of the TV.

You grew up a be a pretty awesome dude or chick.

Ok, I know the words 'Dude' and 'Chick' don't fall into the 90's category, but that's cause we grew into the new millennium by then. Because, seriously, you can't deny the fact that we actually are an awesome generation!

PS: If you guys have more points to add, go on ahead, I'm sure that there quite a few that I missed out.

Pixelated

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:33:00 +0000

As if I didn't own enough blogs in the blogosphere, I had to go and get myself another one!

This is something that I have been wanting to do for a long time, but other important priorities (READ: lazing around) got in the way. So, without further ado, I give you...

Lazy Pixels

Why? Because I'm lazy and because those are pixels. If you find yourself blinking right about now, go ahead and check it out. Or you could subscribe to the RSS feed and be forever updated on the results of the endless fruitless photo sessions I have with the most insignificant little things in sight.

I can promise that the new photo blog will be updated on a more regular basis than this one is.
Because, my life? Not that happening. But, my camera pointed at various objects lying around the house? Dude, way more interested than the sordid details of my life.

Day 1 at College

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 19:36:00 +0000

Went late for my first class.

Dozed off in class.

Got caught for dozing off in class.
Whined about the rest of the year.

Ate crap food from the canteen.

Got sick.

Did absolutely nothing productive when I got back home.

Yup, I'd say I kept the traditions alive.

randomness...need I say more? CHAPTER 2

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 18:29:00 +0000

randomness...need I say more? CHAPTER 1 - Written on August 1st, 2007 exactly a year ago.

I haven't been in the best of moods lately. I'm not sure what it has to do with, but 'pissed off' is all I see written on my forehead when I look into the mirror.

My third year at college starts on Monday and no, I am in no way ready for it. It also is not my final year, as a result of which there isn't much to look forward to. I don't want to go into college on Monday feeling all blah, because I'm certain it will screw things up for the rest of the year. Yes, that's the little superstitious person in me talking. So I need to get out of this funk I'm in, so the rest of my year can be slightly less crappier than it usually is.

God, I can't even listen to myself anymore. I hate being so crabby. I'm going to blame it on my genes.

Its actually a couple of hours past the 31st of July but I couldn't bear letting this blog have only three entries for the month, so I'm cheating a little and pushing the date back on this, so I'll have four posts under July. Why, you ask. Because I feel a little guilty, and maybe this will help ease the guilt a tad. You see, the thing is, I've been sitting on my ass this whole month, doing nothing, and I couldn't even find the the extra few minutes it takes to get myself from wherever I was lazing, to the seat in front of the computer to supply this dear little space that I love so much with a couple of words. So an attempt to redeem myself is in order.

The thing with me is, its either all or nothing. Either I bring total mayhem and madness into my life by making myself completely busy or I sit around doing nothing, and by nothing, I actually mean nothing. I said the word 'nothing' thrice in the last sentence so you'll know that it actually means 'nothing'. As I was saying, either I kill my self with work without sleeping a wink, or I do no work at all and sleep until 3 pm. Either starve myself and work out like a maniac or just eat whatever I want in insane quantities. You see, the word balance does not happen to be in my dictionary and trying to achieve an equilibrium at things is something that's way beyond my league. And this I'm going to blame on being an only child. The 'siblingless-ness' of it all brought it out in me.

If you haven't noticed by now, blaming other people, things and situations is something I do on a regular basis. And this I'm going to blame on my nuclear family. My father blames my mother for things, my mother blames my father, they blame me, I blame them. Its a vicious cycle, this blaming game. And one that's isn't planning on dying out anytime soon, I'm afraid.

Another thing you didn't need to know about me. Seriously I should rename this blog 'Unnecessary Confessions Of a Sour Lemon'. Way more fitting, don't you think?

Messiness, thy name is me.

noreply@blogger.com (lemon) — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 18:38:00 +0000

An extremely untidy person by nature, I pretty much spent my whole adolescent and teenage life listening, to my mother scream at me, to clean up the pig sty that was my room. Disobedience, being my norm, I hardly ever adhered to those frequent orders.

I'm still as messy as I've ever been at home, but I've noticed that when I travel, especially alone, I am freaking obsessive compulsive. Turns out there is some of my mother's blood flowing through my veins, after all.

I went on two trips this year with college. We were a bunch of four in a hotel room, an inexplicably tiny hotel room might I add, with one double bed and barely enough space to put our feet. Four college girls doesn't exactly spell the bare necessities in terms of luggage. So there we are, all cramped up in this tiny room, which we unfortunately will call home for the next two weeks, and I get this rabid urge to tidy the place up. So my best friend and I start to clean, stowing away luggage, folding clothes, picking up wet towels off of the floor, throwing away food that's gone way past its 'best before' date, you know, the usual 'living-out-of-a-suitcase' scene. So we finally get done, and sit back surveying our work. Proud of the job we'd done, I pick up my book and continue on the adventures of three young women in Dublin (yes, I live on Chick lit, so sue me!!) when I see a comb that's on the table, slightly askew. I don't know what came over me that minute, I lunged across the bed, jumped over a couple of suitcases barely escaping landing on my face, and moved the comb two centimeters to the right so that it would be in place.

The moment I did that, I stopped. Disbelief washed over me, as I realized that I, the girl who went months without washing her bike, actually moved my fat ass from one end of a room to another to put a comb, of all insignificant things, in its place!

The reason I bring this up is that I've been home for two months now, and only a couple of weeks ago, did I get around to cleaning my room. I can safely say that while the task in itself was no piece of cake, it definitely would not have taken the amount of time that I took on it, which give or take was about three weeks.

Here are some pictures to prove it. (Sorry about the quality, a very sad VGA camera phone was all I had to work with!)

Three weeks later. Not perfect, but awesome for my standards.

So, that's the result of three weeks hard labour. Translation : Two and a half weeks of procrastination and 3 days of work.

Oh, and I hope I didn't scare you guys off with the filth that I lived in. Just trying to keep it real here folks.

Next week, my monstrosity of a closet.

Don't ask me how I get clothes outta there. Its a modern mystery.

While I'm the epitome of untidiness in this aspect, I expect nothing less than perfection from myself when I turn in work at college. Having to attain perfection in a room of crap can be quite a task. And that's something I'll have to repeat ten times everyday hereafter, so I can stop messing up my room.

Can you see the difference between ME - 'The Traveller' and ME - 'The lazy slug at home'. The difference is truly phenomenal. Now the only thing left to do is find someone to sponser my travel so I can learn to be a tidier person or learn to be happy living amongst the filth.
Though the former is extremly tempting, I'd be completely satisfied doing the latter.

Now THERE'S something you didn't need to know about me.