I think I should stop watching re- runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Being a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. fan can be troublesome sometimes. Imagine you’re in a grim or formal environment, and you’re supposed to be serious, but suddenly you begin to laugh, because all you can think of is :
– Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you?
– Joey doesn’t share food!!
– I’m chandler, could I BE wearing any more clothes?
– oh my eyes! my eyes!
– how you doin?



Just insomniac things.

It’s 6 in the morning and I am not yet able to sleep. All I’m thinking is about food and how to score well in exams without studying. Food reminds me of Joey, and remember, Joey doesn’t share food! Right now, I’m desperately craving for french fries. Wait, why are they called so? I must google it. I have no idea why am I blabbering such ridiculous stuff here, but this feels so right. This is my blog so I can write whatever I want, right?
Well, I think I should do this more often. I always have tons of things to talk about, irrespective of whether people are interested to listen to them or not.
Good night peeps! (Good morning in India).

Summers are here.


Summers are here. The worst part of the day is morning when the maid comes and switches off the fan while you’re sleeping. If she doesn’t switch it on after she’s done, it is her cruel way to take some kind of revenge from you.


Sometimes it’s better to not know things. Sometimes it’s better to remain in your world of little ignorance, knowing that the truth is capable of shaking your very existence. It’s truly relieving to not worry about knowing some things, because knowing about them means dealing with them, and sometimes you’re just not strong enough to do it. It’s not always wise to bear the burden of some things, just for the sake of knowing the ‘truth’. Why face the things which can damage the course of your life, when your life is running smooth without being aware of them? Ignorance can truly be a bliss sometimes..

Story of every student studying English Literature.

Oh well. This totally comes from my personal experience.

1. Reading a poem or a novel is all hunky – dory, until you’re asked to explain it, analyse it and perform an in – depth postmortem on it.

2. We tend to forget our own name in the process of memorizing the name of different characters present in the countless plays and novels prescribed in our syllabus.

3. ‘Romantic’ poetry didn’t turn out as we expected it to be. It’s not even close to the word ‘love’. This is the most shattered expectation of a student newly introduced to the world of literature.

4. Shakespeare is not the only one who haunts us. There are many more spirits like him.

5. We can’t survive without the help books, in any way.

6. We are expected to be a living dictionary by our friends, family and relatives.

7. We are required to remember the name of each book written by each and every author present over the 700 year long history of English literature, esp if we are preparing for entrance exams. *cries*

8. We have the unrestricted opportunity of reading extremely abusive and sensuous poetry without anyone condemning us, because it’s prescribed in our syllabus. *devilish smile* 😀

In most of the cases, the content is so hilarious, it just becomes another source of our jokes and comical conversations.

9. We possess the talent of providing a poetic flavour to a simple concept or object.

10. We spend countless hours trying to figure out “How the hell could/did he write this?”