Moves…

Yeah, pretty catchy.. I know.. Gives rise to all the wrong thoughts!

D *smirks*………… How do you come up with such great thoughts, huh? Have never been able to comprehend.

Well, to be honest, sex might seem the greatest and the most fascinating of all topics ever.. but thats not what I was referring to. I was talkin bout the World Cup! *sighs* Argentina…

D *rolls her eyes in exasperation*…….. I don’t mind the Argentinians.. They’re HOT btw!!

Can we ever talk about the mundane things in life? Like how simply awesome Messi played, or disappointment over the dismissal of France… things like that you see.

D *sighs* …….. Can’t you ever be normal? Can’t you ever appreciate the good things in life? Why can’t you be impulsive for a change? Just like drinkin a bottle of Sherry just for fun, without thinking about the consequences. Why don’t you let yourself be?

Firstly, I don’t like Sherry. Secondly, if I drank a full bottle I wouldn’t feel well. Its not good for one’s health. I would prefer Vodka, it kind of soothes my nerves. And finally, I like to believe that I have a mind that needs to be used. I would not be happy to see it rust away.

D…….. Ah! Well.. Do as you please.. But you’d do good to yourself if you just learnt how to relax and have fun.

Stories…

A glass of milk and a piece of toast. Hair tied tight, coz they grow long faster that way. Eyes wide open in amazement. The smell of green mangoes spread all around us. Pickle being made. A white saree and white hair. Demons with body of a human and head of an animal raging a fearsome battle.

My Grandmother and her innumerable stories! She is the best cook in the world and the best storyteller too. I remember distictly… I used to forget to swallow my food coz I was so enraptured by the tales.

I’m sure all grandmothers are the best when it comes to food and stories. I am still extremely fond of the days I spent with my Granny. Days when you don’t do much, read nothing, Eat all the great things i the world and listen to her telling you how she went to play in the wild. How she spent her childhood in the lush green tea estates in East Bengal. How she was favored by the ‘English Babus’ and had Brit friends. I am so intrigued by these stories, I can keep listening to them for eternity.

My Gran is a lady who has never had formal education. Nevertheless she is proficiennt in 3 languages. She reads Shakespeare, keeps a dictionary with her so she can check the meaning of any unfamiliar word, asks questions about anything she feels is new. She is well versed in Bengali literature.

Some stories inspire thoughts, others remind us of forgotten days.. yet others like the one I read today… I think it was amazing!

The mind plays wonderful games… It just takes a few moments of solitude to charge up. Not that I’m complaining.

Its kind of funny.. The office is empty and it feels great!

I am under observation. Thats the confession. I have been to him twice, so far. I don’t like him much.. I can tell that,but i need to go. They think I’m unreasonable and crazy. He doesn’t agree though. But he doesn’t know enough. The most important question is.. ‘What do I think?’

I think…. Usage of “Darjeeling” for a lingerie brand is kind of sensuous.

There is a creepy feeling which says, somebody’s watching. There is a stalker.

I absolutely love Castle. I think he’s HOT!!! Kate’s good too.

Days like today remind me how lovely everythin is. Not a soul around. No pesterin, no questions, no silly giggles. *okay, I don’t really mind silly giggles*

I think I miss the excitement.