Upon Imminent Changes

"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." - Anatole France

Signing Out,


Life Lesson

No good deed, goes unpunished.

Signing Out.


Because. Cake.

Red Velvet Cake

Moist Chocolate Cake.

That is all.

Signing Out,
Cake-d Up


And Here Come The Video Posts

Because why not.

Signing Out,
Wanna Be Loved


9 Things I Have To Say About New Girl

I like procrastinating. It happens because I pick up work diligently at 12.30 AM/10.00 PM each day, knowing very well that I do my best work either around 4 PM or 2 AM. I can then spend four hours lost in meaningless forays within the interweb. On one such foray, I discovered the show 'New Girl'.

My immediate reaction was to dislike it because I've fallen out of love with Zooey Deschanel. I love her elder sister Emily much more and I can't stand her Maniac-Pixie-Dream-Girl thing any more. But as fate will have it, Bones went on a hiatus for a while and I was stuck having nothing else to do but watch New Girl. 12 episodes down, I feel sufficiently knowledgeable in ranting about it.

Why I Like 'New Girl' - 
1. The male cast is good. Especially the guy who plays Schmidt. He's actually quite fun to watch.

2. The pace is good. Things move along and there is no unnecessary drama.

3. There is a whole life outside their apartment and bar unlike a certain other TV show.

4. Zooey Deschanel can occasionally be somewhat funny.

5. Lizzy Caplan is probably going to be a regular. This should probably be #1 on the list but Schmidt is genuinely entertaining.

Why I Disdain 'New Girl' - 
1. The model "CeCe" is apparently Indian. Bitch, please. If she's Indian then I'm Oscar Wilde.

2. They won't tell me what exactly Schmidt does for a living! MOAR back story into Schmidt please.

3. It glorifies the "feminine - unicornsexist! - I'msocute - glitter! - baking" stereotype and does nothing for the  "regular - neithermasculinenorfeminine - justplainjane" girls that most of us are.

4. I hate Zooey Deschanel's MPDG act. If you have to be socially awkward and unaware of what you're doing, do it like Temperance Brennan, not Jessica Day.

But I'm still going to watch it, because I want to know what Schmidt does next. Also, what his first name is. And I kinda need a break from Criminal Minds.

Signing Out,
Regular Ol' Girl.


Of Thanks

After a fairly long time, I started reading through something that previously was a large part of my life some two years ago. I opened up and read through a few of the blogs I used to follow and before I knew it, that little smile had started creeping up my lips.

Between Blogger, Tumblr and Wordpress, I have discovered some unusual, some hilarious and some understanding souls. The one common thing between all of them? They made me feel a lot less alone. Everything these people have said, from stories of childhood spent in the midst of books to feeling dizzy at the very idea that adulthood has crept up on us in the past four years, has resonated with me. Even today, when feeling whimsical and unable to settle down, these blogs made me feel at ease. A sincere wave of peace does come calling, slowly washing over my thoughts, when their sentences flow through the pages. For these people have in a way, showed me the path that lies ahead.

Most of them have brought to me, more writers and poets to lodge my sensibilities in. Others have conferred upon me an understanding of art that is oft lost in our textbooks-and-tables world. Some others have taught me that it absolutely fine to be sitting in the same position in front of the laptop for a few days, resembling a somewhat unkempt hobo, if it means you can be productive and loving towards everybody else for months afterwards. Indeed, it does strike me that I have seen so many people grow over the course of four years, from tattle-tale emotional poems to an actual understanding of their position 'twixt space and time.

Sensibly and graciously, these bloggers have used Shakespearean anecdotes and Wilde-esque stories to delight their audience. And then, there the wild-childs, who in their complete anonymity have typed roundabout phrases that suddenly make the most sense to me.

It reminds me over and over again that no matter how far or how long I may escape, the only world that I belong to with dedicated fervor and grace is the one of reading and being read.

Signing Out,
The Reader