The Random Workings of the Mind. Part II.

See, you can check out part I here, so you get a general feel of the whole “random” thing, thats going on here.

* So, the randomness starts with a random movie I watched. The girls and I set off on an exceptionally bright day, to spend some quality, alone, wonderful time together. So we decided to watch this movie. Well, I was warned that it wasn’t so great. I decided to take the risk. After all, we’d decided we wanted to watch some mindless, leave-the-brain-at-home type of movie. I for one needed a break. Working on weekends, unlike the rest of the world, creates social seclusion. I was determined to fill the void that made. The movie started well, holding up, to the reputation that the comedy was worth it. Sadly, somewhere along the plot, the movie had to snap. I had to stop looking at the blood and puke which was making a section of the people laugh. If you’re a guy, you might like it. I do not want to see your hairy tummy, or your throw up, or hear you give yourself pleasure, dear Zach Galifianakis. Anyway, Due Date is still hungover from their almost awesome last flick, The Hangover. I repeat – Dislike.

* The other random thing comes from a random girl I was talking to. Random girl has to make a mention on my random blogpost. Its only fair. So, random girl is kind of upset these days. The guy she seems to be seeing seems to be straight out of the book “He’s just not that into you”. He’s the He in the book, I presume you’ve guessed already. This girl seemed to have her eyes and heart set on him, but he seems to be very “indifferent”. He’s been confusing her. That’s depressing, and I can vouch for how depressing that could get. I advise her to let go. Any other advice for my random friend here?

* It is always a lot of fun, to meet your friends, hang out, talk, bond. Talk did I say? None of us ended up talking, of course. Who could? With the music blaring, so loud that if you had to ask your friend sitting next to you to “pass the plate of chicken”, you’d have to ask them to “PASS THE PLATE OF CHICKEN”. I think its a truckload of fun though! The music gets the better of you after some time and you sing along, and watch the rest of your table lip sync,… almost. ;)

* I just finished reading Eclipse. I’m feeling so sorry for myself, that my life is not such a mightily intense drama that Bella’s life seems to be. The movies in the series had such a beautiful background score that I was wishing my life had one. The score would mostly tend towards comical, owing to the nature of my story.

I want to put an abrupt end to this random post. :)

Love, Peace and some amazing shoes,

Pzes

Laughter? Says who?

With due respect to “The Reader’s Digest”, I beg to differ. I don’t entirely agree with the concept of their very popular section, ‘Laughter, the best medicine’. Sure, most of the jokes are insanely funny, but they’re not medicine for me. For me, the best medicine has been and will always been something, which is addictive. (Fore-warning to the men : You may not relate to this one, read at your own risk or for tips/tricks to please the womenfolk ;) ). I’d gladly rename the column on RD to “Shopping, the most effective medicine” or “Shopping, expensive but effective medicine”.

I declare that I’m a crazy Shopper! I’m one of those maniacs who you hear of often, who shop, till they drop, take a 5 minute break, and shop some more. A very good friend of mine, You-day, aptly pointed out one day – “Hey, I know your favorite word. SALE!” Yep, Yep You-day, Right you are. This is a weakness, for me, for plenty of other women, and a few men. These few men, may not accept it, but it is a little secret they maintain. ( I think..) You-day is probably one of this kind, who enjoys shopping – he claims that I was attracted to a Shoe-store, just because it was named “Magnet”. This is a magic word – SALE. I hate the crowd and noise that comes as a part and parcel of a sale, but honestly, I’m like a deaf horse when I’m working hard, at making a good buy. So my fantasy world might have an entire mall on a SALE, with no other shoppers grabbing at stuff I liked and couldn’t reach first. I’d take my own time, ambling along, make horrible faces at stuff I think is quite ghastly. Sounds perfect, sighhhh!

Anyway, today,  being a pretty bad day for me, had me storming out of home, with a fat face. I walked, briskly away from home. Home is supposed to be a place where you find peace right? (This might be related to “wedding talks”. I don’t want to turn this into marriage-vent-space, so ignore.) My walk turned into a short trip, with me heading towards an auto-rickshaw, and asking him to take me to a very popular mall. When your mood is stormy, retail therapy works like a charm, take my word for it. For an extra, power packed “kick”, try buying something that you would normally ignore, thinking “too short”, “out of budget”, “too bright”. You have no idea what an immediate effect this will have on you, psychologically. Stuff that you buy on days like these, are usually those that you plan to wear sometime in the future, when you’re thinner, or to a holiday in Goa. Not right now, but its totally worth each bit of the money you spent!

I admit that I’m not one of the best examples of  “effective money spending” or “save today,  spend tomorrow”. Do not follow by example, if you care enough for your wallet. But then, a girl has to do what she has to do! She has to shop, justify why she shopped, and write about it, in hope that there will be other women, who would adopt and seek the joys of Retail Therapy.

A very wise girl told me one day, when we were out shopping (Of course, what else could possibly lead to a line like this one), “My sister says you shouldn’t feel guilty when you shop. If you want to look good, no one can possibly make you stop!” And so I go on, with greater zeal and vigor, rejuvenated like never  before.

Happy Shopping Ladies! :)

Love, Peace, Shoes!
PS : I acquired Denim Shorts, which I know I’m never going to wear..! :) Its future planning…

A Shoe-String…

Thin (or a few mm more in diameter), usually black or white, ends tightly wound up with tape, thats where i carry my emotions – On a Shoe-String. Not that I have in-depth knowledge of women and their pysche, I’d say, most women do.

I presume that this phrase was created by some egoistic man, who’d probably want to lace a womans emotions into his shoes. Picture this in black & white – A tall, slick, well built, masculine man with a thin moustache {as thin as a Shoe-String, again} and hair Gelled back into a tiny ponytail; a rather thin, sickly woman in a long dress weeping helplessly in a corner. Well, I’m sure the origin does not matter much, but the essence of him wanting to overpower her and her emotions does.

Sometimes, I convince myself that the shoestring is an inappropriate object to place your emotions on. I end up doing it anyway, as hard as i try not to. If you dissect a Shoe-String you’d probably find 5 thinner strings wound and woven together(There is a possibility that there are more, but those are the complex sort and I’m not going there). I presume, that for a woman these stand for – Love, Trust, Envy, Ambition and Warmth (this is MY list, feel free to add on). This is one awesome combination, take my word for it.

It might take some time for a man to actually unravel the Shoe-String. Both ends are so tightly wound up with tape. Ever wondered why, when the tape on the ends come off, you try so hard to tape it back together before lacing your shoes, and its never the same? The tape always comes undone. I gather that this is symbolic in a weird way.

I carry my heart on a Shoe-String,
Baby, I’d give it to you,
If only you’d make my heart Sing,
Would you give me yours too?

(That was an original composition, pretty darn good i think ;) )

Anyway, I hope that my Shoe-string is given to someone who’d love and respect it with all of his heart. In return, I’d gladly accept his football, mp3 player, Ipod, Ipad, iTouch, basketball or whatever he cares to keep it safe on.

Sigh, romantic post. Comes as part of the weather in Bangalore, I think.