How do people manage to look so pretty and well-preserved after an hour of intense working out?
Here's my timeline:
6:45- Here I am, all enthusiastic and gung-ho. Start with treadmill.
7:00- My hair becomes slightly well...pouffy for lack of a better word. Beads of sweat under the eyes which makes my kajal spread and give it the racoon look. Next, stupid jumping exercises.
7:10- My hair comes undone, and becomes extremely frizzy. Hands turn pink.
7:30- after gruelling floor exercises, I can barely stand. Huffing and puffing.
7:35- I start planning my escape.
7:40- Ive planned my escape.
7:45- Being the stamina-less person I am, I croak to my trainer I can't do more, and hobble to the door. I turn back and see well-preserved comrades. The hair is in place, and they don't seem as if they've walked through a tornado.
Though once, I met a person who was so skinny that she could walk through bars in the gym. Not known for diplomacy, I asked, "How come you're here?"
And she replied, "My hands are fat."
See, people like this should walk with paper bags on their heads.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Glutton of a college cat.
So I was sitting at the table with my friends, eating butter chicken. I saw the Cat walk slowly across the cafe, looking rather sourly at my food.
It's a little hard to eat, when there is a cat sitting and mournfully staring at you.
So we tried hurrying through our food.
With every bite, the cat seemed to edge closer to the table.
In it's weird feline instincts, it knew that our meal was drawing to a close. It couldn't let that happen.
It edged closer.
It perched on the bench.
Anandi and Devika detested cats. More than they detested assignments and projects, and long hot summer afternoons which stretched throughout the day.
I usually loved cats. But not cats which posed a threat to my food.
Then Anon said, "Okay, Lakshana take the last bite!"
I just had put the fork into the curry when the wretched cat pounced and took the last bite and walked off with it's haughty tail in the air.
Probably to gloat with the other cats.
That's still hasn't changed my love for cats, though :D
It's a little hard to eat, when there is a cat sitting and mournfully staring at you.
So we tried hurrying through our food.
With every bite, the cat seemed to edge closer to the table.
In it's weird feline instincts, it knew that our meal was drawing to a close. It couldn't let that happen.
It edged closer.
It perched on the bench.
Anandi and Devika detested cats. More than they detested assignments and projects, and long hot summer afternoons which stretched throughout the day.
I usually loved cats. But not cats which posed a threat to my food.
Then Anon said, "Okay, Lakshana take the last bite!"
I just had put the fork into the curry when the wretched cat pounced and took the last bite and walked off with it's haughty tail in the air.
Probably to gloat with the other cats.
That's still hasn't changed my love for cats, though :D
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Pale confusion
you leave me confused.
a pale confusion sets upon me.
i feel baffled
by your dual personality
either i'm your special loved one
or either i'm the preferred ignored
you draw me close
just to push me further away
you remain a dark mystery
yet i feel as if I understand you
i set about to understand why you say and do the things you do
why is there this misty aura around you?
why is nothing clear and simple?
layers, and layers
twisted and shaken apart
truth from lies
yet no lies.
why can't I push you away?
as easily as you can?
why is this friendship fraught
with bewilderment?
you leave me thinking unclear thoughts
you leave me in a blurred haze
is this friendship a blessing or a strain?
in time i feel soothed by it
rest I feel peevish
tension it is
covered by a false transparency of sweetness
I still picture you as I always did.
at times i feel it's all slipping through my fingers
you turn and alter my perception within minutes
yet just to bring it back to the same point...again within minutes.
I can't understand
perhaps I shall never.
you leave me at sea.
a pale confusion sets upon me.
i feel baffled
by your dual personality
either i'm your special loved one
or either i'm the preferred ignored
you draw me close
just to push me further away
you remain a dark mystery
yet i feel as if I understand you
i set about to understand why you say and do the things you do
why is there this misty aura around you?
why is nothing clear and simple?
layers, and layers
twisted and shaken apart
truth from lies
yet no lies.
why can't I push you away?
as easily as you can?
why is this friendship fraught
with bewilderment?
you leave me thinking unclear thoughts
you leave me in a blurred haze
is this friendship a blessing or a strain?
in time i feel soothed by it
rest I feel peevish
tension it is
covered by a false transparency of sweetness
I still picture you as I always did.
at times i feel it's all slipping through my fingers
you turn and alter my perception within minutes
yet just to bring it back to the same point...again within minutes.
I can't understand
perhaps I shall never.
you leave me at sea.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Forsaken
The leaves are rustling
the wind has driven them away.
Don't you enjoy this weather, James?
It is beautiful, yes indeed Ella.
I feel lost and cold in this darkness, James.
Not to worry, Ella.
but James- the monsters of my nightmares have come at last.
Scare them away, like you always used to.
I see them- they are far more fearsome
they're taking over.
James, why don't you say something?
what can I say, Ella?
Maybe you can tell me
your thoughts
your ideas
your feelings
are we friends at all, James?
Yes, we are, Ella.
Then why this silence?
why this painful effort to speak?
why this monosyllabic tension?
I don't know, Ella.
Our friendship is forbidden.
I don't want to lose our friendship, James.
It came like a brilliant light
in my hour of forsakeneness.
and now it's something I hold on dearly to.
I cherish.
I am not meant to be here with you.
lets not talk, Ella.
Why, James?
Why are you friends at all with me?
Why did you make me feel special in the first place?
if our friendship is forbidden?
you can't leave me here, now!
Fate has twisted Destiny, Ella.
friendship is a pale word.
It will wring hearts
and ruin relationships
it will burn out the ashes
I don't know why i thought otherwise!
and again the shaky world shall be deconstructed.
Then why did you come into my life?
What was your purpose?
Had I believed wrong notions of friendship?
false promises, false hopes? Just to be taken away?
I wish I could despise you, James.
I wish we weren't friends.
i wish you had left me in that state you had found me in.
i wish you had never come into my life.
you made me hope, believe...again.
and you take it back.
I wish I had never met you, James.
You don't wish it more than I do, Ella.
the wind has driven them away.
Don't you enjoy this weather, James?
It is beautiful, yes indeed Ella.
I feel lost and cold in this darkness, James.
Not to worry, Ella.
but James- the monsters of my nightmares have come at last.
Scare them away, like you always used to.
I see them- they are far more fearsome
they're taking over.
James, why don't you say something?
what can I say, Ella?
Maybe you can tell me
your thoughts
your ideas
your feelings
are we friends at all, James?
Yes, we are, Ella.
Then why this silence?
why this painful effort to speak?
why this monosyllabic tension?
I don't know, Ella.
Our friendship is forbidden.
I don't want to lose our friendship, James.
It came like a brilliant light
in my hour of forsakeneness.
and now it's something I hold on dearly to.
I cherish.
I am not meant to be here with you.
lets not talk, Ella.
Why, James?
Why are you friends at all with me?
Why did you make me feel special in the first place?
if our friendship is forbidden?
you can't leave me here, now!
Fate has twisted Destiny, Ella.
friendship is a pale word.
It will wring hearts
and ruin relationships
it will burn out the ashes
I don't know why i thought otherwise!
and again the shaky world shall be deconstructed.
Then why did you come into my life?
What was your purpose?
Had I believed wrong notions of friendship?
false promises, false hopes? Just to be taken away?
I wish I could despise you, James.
I wish we weren't friends.
i wish you had left me in that state you had found me in.
i wish you had never come into my life.
you made me hope, believe...again.
and you take it back.
I wish I had never met you, James.
You don't wish it more than I do, Ella.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
The Photo Frame
a dusty tired day
while clearing out her cupboard
with a wrench of heart
she saw.
a pink photo frame.
a photo with her and her best friend.
it stung it smarted
the resounding question of pray why?
under the frame
was a stack of drawings.
and that was all that was left
of a confused friendship.
she had stowed it away
she had pushed it away
but memories aren't hidden at leisure
especially painful ones.
it was all just paper
she tried convincing.
yet flashes of a life
which she had held so dearly
so close
and without warning had to let go.
five years was not the matter
the mere abruptness of departure was
a cool declaration
of the end of it all.
she looks at the frame again.
she sees how different it all was.
how different the friend had been.
and all was over now.
she made worthy to forget
the times they had cried and laughed together
the time they had shared.
the close sisterly bond.
it was all over.
there was only a stack of paper left.
best friend.
it wasn't a label. it was a promise.
a promise which was broken
without much ado.
well life couldn't stop.
people come and people go.
but she had believed she would stay.
she tells herself sternly.
she will forget.
she doesn't care.
but her heart whispers.
you won't.
and you do.
while clearing out her cupboard
with a wrench of heart
she saw.
a pink photo frame.
a photo with her and her best friend.
it stung it smarted
the resounding question of pray why?
under the frame
was a stack of drawings.
and that was all that was left
of a confused friendship.
she had stowed it away
she had pushed it away
but memories aren't hidden at leisure
especially painful ones.
it was all just paper
she tried convincing.
yet flashes of a life
which she had held so dearly
so close
and without warning had to let go.
five years was not the matter
the mere abruptness of departure was
a cool declaration
of the end of it all.
she looks at the frame again.
she sees how different it all was.
how different the friend had been.
and all was over now.
she made worthy to forget
the times they had cried and laughed together
the time they had shared.
the close sisterly bond.
it was all over.
there was only a stack of paper left.
best friend.
it wasn't a label. it was a promise.
a promise which was broken
without much ado.
well life couldn't stop.
people come and people go.
but she had believed she would stay.
she tells herself sternly.
she will forget.
she doesn't care.
but her heart whispers.
you won't.
and you do.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Jealousy
What's that strange emotion
which pulses through you
which clouds reasoning
and rational thought?
its jealousy.
whats that bizarre anger you have?
jealousy?
what is jealousy?
fear of replacement?
a twisted threat
to your existence?
its that white fury
which encircles you
and traps you within
it smirks at you
as you struggle
it laughs as you change
your torture is amusement
for its companions.
insecurity.
the thought of losing another
the pain of abandonment
it serves right in small doses.
it should not be given in large ones.
let that emotion go.
your loved one is yours, as well as others alone.
your prize is yours, if rightly earned.
wash away your insecurity.
let no evil deeds happen.
there.
it's gone.
which pulses through you
which clouds reasoning
and rational thought?
its jealousy.
whats that bizarre anger you have?
jealousy?
what is jealousy?
fear of replacement?
a twisted threat
to your existence?
its that white fury
which encircles you
and traps you within
it smirks at you
as you struggle
it laughs as you change
your torture is amusement
for its companions.
insecurity.
the thought of losing another
the pain of abandonment
it serves right in small doses.
it should not be given in large ones.
let that emotion go.
your loved one is yours, as well as others alone.
your prize is yours, if rightly earned.
wash away your insecurity.
let no evil deeds happen.
there.
it's gone.
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