Carpe Diem!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
excuse me? i can see yu through the periphery of my eyes..
recently while travelling in the train (on a long distance journey) i faced a huge problem. the problem was that for no fault of mine, i was the focus of two people's stares. there was a mother with her daughter, and both refused to look anywhere else, but me.
i didn't know what to do..i tried distracting them..i'd suddenly look out from teh window and for a minute i'd even trick them. they'd look out too but again would fix their stares at me. (i wonder why) i even went to the loo mirror to see if ther was soemthign on my face that was distracting them.
at first i ignored them and tehn later, i started smiling at them, thinking they'd stop cause now they knew that i know they're looking at me. later i got really bored and kinda used to it.. and so i thought of how i can keep myself from staring back at them and leave them alone in their business! so i took out a book from my bag and read teh entire book..finished it at around 9 30 and when i looked up i knew they'd still be looking at me.. and yes, they were.
i'll never know the reason but i do know that it's a habit that i hate...
i didn't know what to do..i tried distracting them..i'd suddenly look out from teh window and for a minute i'd even trick them. they'd look out too but again would fix their stares at me. (i wonder why) i even went to the loo mirror to see if ther was soemthign on my face that was distracting them.
at first i ignored them and tehn later, i started smiling at them, thinking they'd stop cause now they knew that i know they're looking at me. later i got really bored and kinda used to it.. and so i thought of how i can keep myself from staring back at them and leave them alone in their business! so i took out a book from my bag and read teh entire book..finished it at around 9 30 and when i looked up i knew they'd still be looking at me.. and yes, they were.
i'll never know the reason but i do know that it's a habit that i hate...
Thursday, October 19, 2006
it's not delhi winters, it's jsut my red, burgandy, yellow winter socks... my santa muffler and my garish winter caps..
a runny nose is bothering me...
and right now someone is chatting up with me (continuously)
even though i want to pee.
sometimes people want to sing..
and they have no money and ther's no bling..(bling)
they're good old merry fellas living on teh streets...
even if you're a stranger, they don' mind taking treats.
when it's cold in delhi & the wind's a bitch...
playing havoc with your hair..
(you're looking like a ghost now..tch tch..tch..)
There are a dozen peircing knives..
Delhi's cold wind's a bitch..
I'm sorry (dear readers) i've got no advice..
i know...i know.. that's a hitch.
my nose used to turn red, and numb and icy.
i couldn't make out sweet from soemthing really spicy.
i kinda liked that..
and now thats what i loath..
i can't get to wear any of my winter clothes.
sigh.. it's good im going home..
before the winter starts..
i must wear my winter clothes..
even if i like someone's really bad art!
i have these red, green and even purle & yellow stripes
oopss....
and now it's looking like im writing a poem..
but it's not Delhi that i'm missing
someone please go tell 'em.
it's just about the peircing winter chill out there..
and right now someone is chatting up with me (continuously)
even though i want to pee.
sometimes people want to sing..
and they have no money and ther's no bling..(bling)
they're good old merry fellas living on teh streets...
even if you're a stranger, they don' mind taking treats.
when it's cold in delhi & the wind's a bitch...
playing havoc with your hair..
(you're looking like a ghost now..tch tch..tch..)
There are a dozen peircing knives..
Delhi's cold wind's a bitch..
I'm sorry (dear readers) i've got no advice..
i know...i know.. that's a hitch.
my nose used to turn red, and numb and icy.
i couldn't make out sweet from soemthing really spicy.
i kinda liked that..
and now thats what i loath..
i can't get to wear any of my winter clothes.
sigh.. it's good im going home..
before the winter starts..
i must wear my winter clothes..
even if i like someone's really bad art!
i have these red, green and even purle & yellow stripes
oopss....
and now it's looking like im writing a poem..
but it's not Delhi that i'm missing
someone please go tell 'em.
it's just about the peircing winter chill out there..
