a blog a year

damn you facebook!!!!

One of life's many injustices is that we choose of

our own freewill to stay with people who keep hurting us. we cry, we curse, we try but in the end we stay...
is this coz we fear what lies outside...out of this so called comfort zone that we have created for ourselves?
or do we find joy in self-pity?

your head brims with so may ideas and yet when you find the time and

and an internet connection the mind goes blank and you wonder if you are plain stupid or if it is age thats catching up with you....whatever it is....i get to blog after so many days....and i realize that i cant come up with anything.....

Everybody Tells Me Everything

I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.
ogden nash



a poem a day makes nithya happy....

been four months....bolivia...te amo....

four months ina foreign land....yipeeee....
having fun and learning a lot...and keep wondering why the fuck i didnt do this much earlier in my life....happy to be back blogging....thought i would never get to it...

back i think.....

So many things happening to me in rapid succession that my mind refuses to cope up. i wonder how anyone can feel sad, happy n guilty at the same time...

Its raining cameras

Could i be any happier?

First the canon DSLR
and now the Yashica


M sooooooo happpy....

My recent application for a job i knew i had no chance of getting....

hello!


Let me start this application by saying that i do not particularly have much training , practically no experience and absolutely no qualification to apply for whatever posts you had called for but reading your advertisement on the paper I realised that i do fit some of the qualifications...applying now for your Ad dated 12/7 helps me clear the first criteria me thinks. Fussy?Moody? Your welcome to have a chat with my familyand the numerous people who are acquainted with me...It's obvious am crazy too .Totally crazy to be typing this mail to you.

Now the most important part. As much as i try to be modest, i just cant help telling you that i am hopelessly creative... My test papers in school n college stand testimony to that. The fact that am paranoid n schizophrenic helps a lot too. I have this constant friend to chat n debate with.have to say it does help one a lot-CREATIVELY i mean.


I am not too sure if you'd be interested in the degrees i have accumulated over the years...but if you are interested do mail me...


Take care and have a nice day.....


Love


Nithya

Why cant people be what they claim to be?

Ive always noticed that people who claim their undying love for you are the ones who you cannot trust to do the smallest of things that doesnt warrant too much love. It is funny to listen to them talking and exagerating. The trick is pretend to belive and have a good laugh about it later.
The self proclaimed "saints" are the most disappointing....

toll gates, exorbitant rates, lotsa anger and much more....

I drive down the ECR pretty often and everytime i take the road i pay a toll of Rs 85 Recently i went to yealgiri where i passed three toll plazas and ended up paying Rs 145 and at each toll i was told that the pass that they give would do good for the whole distance... I was cheated and i dont even know if i can complain against this...
and then happens today, i take the OMR and end up paying Rs 30. What was painful was the fact that i hardly did 50 mts beyond the toll.

We pay road tax, vehicle tax and a plethora of other taxes...and we still pay to use these roads. As always private public partnership always works to the favor of the private company. The loser is always the tax payer who ends up paying toll for 15 odd years till the next company comes up and relays the road.
The government comes up with these skewed policies and theres pretty much nothing we can do about it. Sad.
I curse, make faces, take my own time paying...small useless protests against something i cannot change.