Of Blogs and Oranges..

Another winter day has come and gone away… So not really but when you consider that I had the most mind-numbingly, brain-searingly boring weekend, you really can’t blame me for singing random Michael Buble songs. Although let the record state that all I’ve heard of him is the snatches of the concert that Star World insists on telecasting once a month. This has the makings of an infamous tangent so let me just get back to the weekend then.

Saturday: I got woken up at 8 am by Boy. But then again, who can blame him? Most people DO get up that early on Saturday mornings. It’s not like they have anything better to do. (Did I lay on the sarcasm too thick?) Anyhoo, I couldn’t get sleep once I was up and began to study the Issue and Foreiture of Shares. Whoever said the life of a BCom student is easy was either on crack or really over-estimated our intelligence. Then in the evening I went for my CAT training thingamajig. Spent two fucking hours learning the usage of ‘a’, ‘an’ and ‘the’. ‘Cuz me no know that, do I?

Sunday: My day to sleep in. I wish! I had to get up at 8 (again) to go for the CAT thingamajig. This after going to bed at 3-effing-30 the night before! And to top it off, the class lasted 5 Hours! 5 hours! And this is the score of what happened:
 Nodded off in class: 323593034707 times
Lamented over the lack of good-looking men in class: 678407034 times
Winced in protest over mistreatment of ass: 5865406502390569236 times.

Yup, that’s it. My amazing weekend. I sincerely hope yours was as bad as mine. You know how misery loves company. So now I’m off to make amends for that weekend by stuffing my face with chocolates. Buh bye now!

PS: Oh, and did I forget to mention that I have exams beginning on the 23rd of Feb? Which as of now, is tomorrow! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! 

“With great power comes great responsibility,” said Superman’s dad (was his name Kryptonite?) in er… Superman. I don’t really know; after all, who pays attention to the plot when you have a hot man in Spandex proudly presenting himself to the world on the silver screen, hmm?

Anyway, before I go off on a tangent altogether (I’m incredibly prone to doing that) let me get right to the point. I have a super-power. Is is a boon or a bane - now that is the million-dollar question. Are you ready to hear it? Well… *takes deep breath* here it goes – I have the ability to blind people. Not with the handy pepper spray in my bag no, but with my choice of clothing. Or so Boy likes to complain *pauses for a moment to garner sympathy* I ask you, is there anything wrong with turquoise blue pants and hot pink T-shirts? I think not!

Anyway, that was my second and last rant. Of the day that is. The point I REALLY wanted to make was about the Kala Ghoda festival. Considering that I ‘ve lived in South Mumbai all my life, it’s a little strange that I’d never bothered going down for a look, but that’s me. Curiousity killing the cat and all that. So anyhoo, I paid the place a debut visit last night, and I have to admit, I was speechless (for quite possibly the first time in my life.) The street loooked just stunning, all lit up with pretty lanterns and pennants. It really seemed like I wasn’t in Mumbai anymore, but in Bombay of yore, when people actually had the time to just stop and smell the carnations (I’m not overtly fond of roses!) (This is not a hint to anyone, and that includes you, Boy!)

There were stalls selling a lot of ethnic stuff which will probably collect dust in your house like the biggest f***ing white elephant alive (or be totally otiose, as Tanmay would say), and being the magpie that I am, I was drawn to the brightest objects first. There were a lot of home accessories and abstract art and shit like that, and while I didn’t really buy anything, it made me happy just looking at it – all those pwetty colours and the dim lights - a flashback to the age where romanticism and chivalry was still alive, when magic would enter your blood and making it sing, when you could just close your eyes and let the heady sensation overcome you, when the world was as roseate as you were… I could just go on! I don’t really know why… it’s just nice to walk on a street in Mumbai without getting almost run over.

Now that one mission (the blog one) is down, I’ve decided to embark on a new one. To go back to the Kala Ghoda festival with:
1) A fuller wallet
2) A camera
3) Boy – just so he can see that my taste in clothing is actually very earthy as compared to others.

Okay, so now I’m done with my free publicity quota of the day. So bye!

PS: I just went back today; rather crowded. I did get a little bottle of bubbles though. And a tummy ache from really bad momos.

The better half threefourths suggested that we ought to have a blog. Smashing idea, I thought. Well, over the past year I’ve installed WP around 30+ times, and my own blog has not been updated since the past seven months. And over the past years, I have blogged about anything that AdSense likes. Electronics, Math, Software, Insurance, and even a bot-parsed one on that taboo, Mesothelioma. But a personal blog? One that talks about – heaven forbid – feelings? Like a commonplace … er, blog?

Maybe it’s an idea whose time has come. But let’s see if one can find the time for it. Over the past month I’ve given myself acidity at 24, by staying up nights and staying up days, working on a Vista port for an app, among other stuff. In between, I’ve travelled around 2500 kms, and plan on another 1200 before the month’s up. (That’s one great thing about living in India, in itsy-bitsy Europe you’d have gone through Customs six times in so many kilometres.) Not that it’s too much to handle, but my time management skills are, well, let’s just say I’m temporally challenged.

But all this internal debate is rather moot, since as you see it was a non-debate in the first place. The Orange blog is up. Like those li’l notice boards you see all around that seek legitimacy in the scrawled words “By Order”.

Orange and Green remind me of GoDaddy, though.

If you’re reading this, you’re quite obviously on my blog. And I swear, I
had absolutely nothing to do with the hitmen who broke into your homes and forced you to log on at gunpoint. Nope. Nope. I’m innocent, I tell you! Damn it, does no one believe me anymore? *looks incredibly wounded* So while I’m telling you stuff, let me tell you about myself as well. My
name is Kanika (Girl, in case you didn’t get that,) I’m studying in SYBCom and I’m working at this really cool magazine called JLT. Pick it up sometime!

Good. So now that the formal introductions are over, let’s get on with it.
This is the first blog entry I’ve ever written. I’m not exactly what you
might call a tech-savvy person. I know how to type and surf the net (and of
course, put the comp on and off) and that’s always been enough for me.
Anything else that needed to be done was done either by smiling sweetly at
people or twisting their arms (thank God for puny friends!) Bribing would be
easier, but oh well… Anyway, I happened to chance upon a blog some time
back and I was highly inspired to write one myself. And I mean really
motivated, not like the times when I promised myself to learn how to cook
and salsa. As it stands now, I can microwave popcorn without blowing it up
and salsa is best had with my chips. But the blog… I stuck to it and
voila! One year later I’m here! So what if I’m a little overdue? Better late
than never right?
So just for the record, I would like to state that I really wanted to call
this blog ‘Blogs and Oranges and no Grapes’. Why? This conversation between
er… Boy( who happens to know the difference between RSS field and feed and router and touter… isn’t he brilliant?) and me should enlighten you:

Boy: Yak yak yak… blog… blah blah blah… blog…
Me (pouting and in whiney voice): I waaaaaaaaaaaaaant blog! I
waaaaaaaaaaaaant!
Boy: Well, we’ll…
Me (brightening up): Ooh! Lookit! Oranges! I want!
Boy (bewildered): But the blog…
Me (distracted yet again by the fruit bowl): Yum! Grapes! I want grapes!
Boy (puzzled even further, the poor dear!): But what about the oran…
Me (coughing): Damn grapes! Caught my throat! No grapes. No grapes!
Boy (gives up and stays silent): *Nothing*

So that’s it. See how that name came about? Some might argue that it’s
rather er… simplistic (people may have said stupid but I have selective
hearing… at such a young age too. Sad isn’t it?) but sometimes it’s best
not to over-analyse things, yesno?

So anyway, I’m off to the chiropractor now. Patting yourself on the back
ain’t as easy as you think!