The countdown begins. Am eagerly waiting for the day I completely lose it and start eating cereal straight out of the box. Oh wait. I've already done that.

It all started when little Mr. (or Miss) Meddle-fingers decided to meddle with the locks. This, THIS has created a furor all over the country, and has ruined vacation-plans of many.
After doing the unthinkable (which involved more guts than you could ever imagine, mind you), and abandoning my darling bed at University, I return home and bury myself in books, ostracizing myself from the outside world, barring the phonecall to my roomie, and an occasional chit-chat with the other inhabitants of Univ (who seem to be the only people who understand). I'd been holding on to the notion that everything would be over soon, and that I could actually do some of the things I'd been wanting to do in ages, but just couldn't do. Like watching Friends reruns at a stretch, eating muffins. Like swimming. Like talking on the phone the whole night to anyone who'd listen. Like staying up all night watching a cheesy horror flick. Like catching up with old school friends I hadn't seen in ages. Like going on the family vacation that had been planned very painstakingly by Dad, and hanging out with a sister I hadn't seen in six months. Like going to Mumbai with Didi. Like taking a vacation with Roomie dear. Now, I realize that I have to hold on to this for another 20 days.
I think this is the hard part of getting into law school. I nearly forgot how much patience one needs (I've been through this whole ordeal before). I nearly forgot how much one needs to endure. I'd forgotten about the cribbings, the cryings, the nights spent staring at the ceiling fan swirling above the head.
I'd forgotten all of that.
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I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish I'd just stuck to what I had.

The Indian Education system sucks!!!

WHEN will I come to my senses? WHEN????

Another thing. I think pointless, cheesy, high-school romance flicks score over the boring "movie-with-that-social-theme" (provided it lacks that element of stale humour).
But its animated movies that top the list. I'd rather watch Ratatouile, Kung Fu Panda, Finding Nemo, Happy Feet, The Little Mermaid, Cinderella (animated, of course) than movies The Departed, (which I didn't like by the way. I watched it because I was on a train with a lot of free-time, nothing to do, and a laptop.) No Country For Old Men, Crash, and the like. Shocker, isn't it?
We live in a labyrinth of confusion, problems and negative energy. A little fantasy, away from reality never did any harm.
Probably, this is the reason why Enid Blyton, Grimms Fairy Tales and Hans Christian Anderson still top my list of books.
Often, its nice to imagine yourself in a different world, with different people. The mundane, monotony of life has blunted minds, evidently.

Oh, and Oreo Cheesecake is the second best dessert in the whole world. After Irish Truffles whisky chocolates. :-)

Oh, and I finally did what I was apprehensive of doing. Take that. I am not quite so gutless after all.
Though the consequences might not turn out in my favour. This, I shall face. :-)

the thing that shields reality

Beauty Pageants. This often gives me the image of an anorexic woman strutting about on a ramp scantily clad in a custom-made outfit tailored to give the illusion of curves and to obscure the prominent bones jutting from the body, on impossibly high stilletoes, hair perfectly coiffed and that simpering lip-sticked smile revealing artificially whitened teeth.
The extent women go to, to achieve certain standards of beauty is as disgusting as the concept of a woman strutting on a ramp, without an air of modesty, declaring that she will be instrumental in bringing about world-peace. I mean, who are we kidding?
In this male-dominant world, where women are still viewed as sex-symbols, and where the concept of a woman holding authority is still a tad too bitter to digest (for the MCPs, especially), the last thing we need at the moment is a beauty pageant, to just prove to the world that women are what they are construed to be. Airheads. Who go about proclaiming themselves to be pioneers of world-peace and proponents of charity. While all they have been doing is sitting in salons and shaping their lips, or trying to lose the non-existent flab from their bodies, to achieve the latest fad of the size-zero, alias, 'the skeleton physique'. More bones on display. The bonier, the sexier. It's amazing that these women don't shrivel up into nothingness.
Anyway, the Miss.India pageant recently held was no different from the other pageants. All the glitz, glamour and the usual flamboyance. The girls seemed skinnier, dumber and more plastic than ever (it was hard to decipher their expression because of the layers of gunk on their face). Even Barbie dolls seem to look more expressive.

And a pageant is just the last thing we need at the moment, when the world is in crisis, when the WTO is in a conundrum, when the economy is reeling in recession (the amount of money spent on reshaping the lips of ONE model could definitely feed a handful of malnourished children for one whole year!), when terrorism is on a high, when the President of Sudan has been arrested for genocide, when poverty continues to prevail, and when people in Somalia devour live rats to ward off hunger.
In the middle of this, we have a beauty pageant. And a hundred crores are spent to decide who is going to be the new 'Self-proclaimed plastic-faced, scantily-clad, body-displaying anorexic pioneer of world peace for the year.'
Hail, beauty pageants, hail.