FB OD

I was just thinking, more like looking far ahead into the future, that in the tradition of fashionable, wonderfully popular blogs, if I were to tag my current post I already know what I would put it down as ‘boredom.’, ‘Facebook’ See, even before I write a post I am ready to tag- always put the cart before the cow, and then… well, hope it all falls into place. Sigh. That’s my life … and my blog.

But of course all of us bored people know that boredom can be extremely productive. My productive spurt led to me finally opening a Facebook account. No, hold back the eggs, tomatoes and all sundry, I really did not have the inclination! And besides, in my usual presumptous ways, I thought I was above all this. Orkut took up enough time as it is! ‘Loser!!!!’ rings in my head. Sigh. Yes, so have gone beserk, adding applications left, right, centre, interrogating friends about why I hadn’t figured in a particular list, hadn’t got a particular superlative, threatening people who had ugly pics of me to get them off their profiles (and I swear there’s a lot of them floating around!eeeeksss!), and basically ODing on it’s little trashities (niceties comes from nice, trashities comes from trash. Dhuh.) and of course, all the tests I did badly on, I deleted apps and hid the stories. What else shall I do?

Of course, I also poked fun at a certain boy who took the ‘which roadie are you?’ quiz and invited me as well, which told him he was blah character and therefore a ‘typical villager type woman’!!! Omigod, I died laughing. Very pettily he told me that the a-fore-mention-ed character is leading in the current round of roadies. Teehehehee. Big joy. See, I did a little better than that- I was ‘mastermind of the roadies’ –ha!! Like really, people must be bored-er than I for them to make this terrible one. Sorry dude… life’s a bitch sometimes.

See, all this was fun. The problem happened with the ‘Which Friends Character are You?’ Quiz. Well, 'Friends' isn’t exactly a part of my DNA or anything, nor do I drop dead if I don’t watch it, but yes, I guffaw when I do, enjoy it, and I’ve seen enough to KNOW, to UNDERSTAND what the characters are all about. So, I take this quiz and at first the results are that I am mostly Chandler, with a little bit of Ross.

Oooook, a friend or two expressed great shock- I mean Chandler is super funny and I am not. Yes, yes, I know I am not that funny, but really, I didn’t lie or anything, swear! I let that be until 2 days later, until it just didn't feel right. Chandler? Nah. Ross? Hmmmmm. I took the test 3 more times ( Loser, loser!) But Chandler kinda stuck to me very stubbornly, except for one time when it was Rachel and Ross. Now, if you read the description (the love life bit), gosh that was too much of a contradiction to handle. So, of course retook the test. Chandler and various others. Where was this Chandler in me? Have I been blind to my own comic genius??

Eventually, I deleted the quiz from my profile. There's an IQ quiz that I am avoiding like the plague . I am of course Right Brained, and R has been trying to figure out how the dancer is twirling clockwise... R, you should have done what I did- I really did look at my clock (I always need to do that... my avoidance of the IQ Test makes sense now, doesn't it? Teeeeheheehee!) And today, I took one 'What Kind of Eyes Do You Have?' I have Eagle eyes. Scary or what. But scary eyes notwithstanding, I am 'usually amused' and I am 'the kind of girl everyone loves to be around' awwwwwwww and yet, I am Don Vito Corleone. (Pssst- Retook this one till I got the man himself ;) Is it just me or does everybody get bothered by this stuff? Possibly not, I am waiting for the novelty to wear off and for me to find a worthy enough mission at work.

In the meanwhile, I know which quiz I'll do now- ‘Which Sex and the City character you are?’ What fun!

Jealousy, Dog, Blog...

Call it a classic case of jealousy raising its ugly head. I saw a great blog, read about her good life in another city. And then another one, that bitch stole my thunder as well… shallow, hollow me- totally consumed by jealousy. So I told myself, heck I can do this too… What else if not a blog when the many aspects of being 23, all seem to look very bleak??!?? After all, one loserly afternoon I read in the Readers’ Digest (tehehehee!!) about some law of blogging: the more interesting your life, the lesser you blog and vice versa. So damn true man. Also, I can’t have a dog, I might as well have a blog. And I don’t say that simply because ‘blog’ and ‘dog’ rhyme, though accidental rhymes can brighten up a day like nothing else.

Break this down, dear Watson. Why can’t I have a dog? Because I don’t have a roof over my head. Why don’t I have a roof over my head? Because i believe in revolting against exploitative people like my ex-landlady. Why the landlady? Because I live far away from mommy and daddy and the house that I made no effort to find. Why do I live far away from mommy and daddy? Because I work here and they stay there. Why do I work here? For the love of the work, I say! You can’t have it all… house, dog, maid, interesting job...so you have a blog. Uh huh.

According to J, we have bad landlady- karma, which means that she and I(and probably the whole househunters frat out there) probably did something spectacularly horrendous to our landlady in our past birth and thus the resultant miseries of carton- living and single- bag wardrobes. It all adds up, and how!Most days we don’t think bout past birth and all that but househunting does that to you, ok?

This talk bout past birth and karma etc could also to do with the many calls made to estate agents. I swear it’s a thing with estate agents- they’re a pious bunch. Call 5 estate agents in a row… (we’re talking bout Delhi here, btw) you’ll get the picture. Better still, these are remixed bhajans… so you almost start humming the cheesy song from your bachpan, or from a movie that was relegated to the dark recesses of your mind until suddenly there is talk about dharm, karma, apocalypse, saviours, etc… the cheese is now sanctified? Uh huh.

You think, that was a sign, you start praying to really no much avail. J’s theory is so right… I did do something terrible for me to have agents on speed dial, for me to wait for their calls above all else and for me to Google ‘homelessness’ one morning- this could be more due to a melodramatic tendency and boredom more than anything else, I am willing to admit.

So go back to the dog and why I have a blog and not a dog. Living alone in a city leaves room for really improving your karma and indulging in charity- adopt dogs, cats, or hedgehogs and porcupines if you please. But, err, in my case, charity will begin with a home. Ergo, no home, no charity, no dog, only blog!