A day in the life of Kanchan…

Saturn in Direct Motion…

Its dusk. The sea is welcoming the sun in the far horizon.  The birdies are flying back home.  Dont you ever wonder why they fly in an arrow like formation? Its cute na. It reminds me of when the parachooters jumps off the plane and does some wonderful stunts and get into a position to form a pattern of some sort.

The day was an uneventful one. Exams are in less than 3 weeks but here i am lazing infront of the tv watching those addictive serials on Zee Tv and Star Plus. If only they  had a degree in that, i would sure ace it. I dont feel like touching my books. Maybe i need a hard kick on my tush to get starting.

According to Astrology, Saturn is said to be in direction motion since 19th April.Saturn is back into direct motion as of 19th April! It basically means that  Saturn is calling and saying, “Come on, there’s work to do! If you’re in school, exams are near! If you’re at work, maybe you have deadlines, but stop goofing off!”

Knowing that i gotta get off my lazy arse and start studying, i just dont seem to have the zest to do it. I have other priorities. Being a dutiful daughter is my first priority. Education just gotta take a back seat at the moment. So Saturn Ji, thanks anyway.. I gotta do things MY way.

Peace out.

The past catches up with you!

I’ve heard the above phrase a thousand and one times in the movies and have often heard people using them. But I never thought much of it. Come on. After all, how bad can it be when your past catches up with you? You might meet a long lost pal. Go to a class gathering. This is how you catch up on things right?

But noooooooo!! Unfortunately, sometimes, when we think that things are dead and buried and we have carried on with life, somehow or rather, something is bound to happen.

For me it took shape in the form of a post in of one the discussion forums where I actively participate.  This person, X , had posted something that no one except only the two of us would have known. I had buried this person as a bad memory because I remember the pain, mental and verbal abuse I had to take. But when I received this post earlier this week, it jogged my memory. It zapped me back into the past. I remember those times when I used to sit and cry to myself, feeling lonely and having no to whom I can confide in.

There is this saying,(or something to this effect) the past is past, the future is unknown and the present is a gift.  So live life to the maximum. But when your past, that has been buried, revives and comes back to haunt you, what can you do?

Why cant X just leave me alone? Why cant X just F*** off! I don’t need more pressures in life! I know I am being really mean but I hope something falls on his head and he has a memory loss and does ever ever ever remember me!!!!!

Geez, i am so freaked out i dont even know if i am making any sense here..

P.S. This topic is not up for discussion.

My all time favourite song

Sometimes Love just aint’ enough

Now, I don’t want to lose you,
but I don’t want to use you
just to have somebody by my side.
And I don’t want to hate you,
I don’t want to take you,
but I don’t want to be the one to cry.

Pals or Parasites?

“Sukh mein sab saathi, dukh mein na koi.”

This is a very common saying in Hindi. It means during happy times, everyone is present, but during sad times, there is no one i.e. you are alone.

Today, this saying hit home hard, straight to the heart, today. This saying is so freaking true. When you are happy and spread happiness, people flock to you like bees to honey. However, when you are upset and you need someone’s shoulder to cry on, you will find that you are so terribly alone. Why does it have to be this way? Why are people so selfish? If they call themselves friends, why do they only want to be around you when you are in a jovial mood but vanish when you need to pour or cry our hearts out to them?  If they partake in your happiness, isn’t it only fair that they as your friend, they fulfill their duty and at least attempt to cheer you up? But NOOOO! Not only do they not listen, they are no where in sight. They come up with some fake excuses so that they won’t have to listen to your sob story and  upset themselves.  They only want to share your happiness so that their happiness will be multiplied but they don’t want to lend a ear to whatever you might have to say. Once their radar sense, something might be wrong, they go into hiding and when all is clear, they crawl out from the hole in which they were hiding in.

Maybe my expectations form a friend are too high.  In my opinion, friends share stuff, they are like a part of your family, one for whom you can fight for, one for whom you can give your right arm for and one for whom you are willing to trust wholeheartedly because you know if ever you are in trouble, they will do the same for you.

Maybe I am living in an imaginary world. Maybe this is what you would expect friends of yester-years to do. But in society today, everyone wants to enjoy to the fullest. Their happiness is the first priority, consoling a friend who is down, is wayyyy back in their list. The world is getting even more pathetic. Nowadays friends, during times of happiness, they do not even want to share. They keep it all for themselves. I’m not referring to monetary terms I mean the feeling of being happy. When they are happy, they don’t give a damn about you, and when they are down, they come knocking at your door expecting you to cheer them up, to console them, to lend them a shoulder to cry on, to give then a listening ear. How much more fake can people be?  Maybe this is why I don’t have much friends. But I don’t regret it a single bit.. If this is what they expect from you, to be there for them only then they need you and they kick your arse or ignore you when they are better off, I say F*** off! I am glad to be just the way I am. At least I don’t pretend to be someone I am not.

Peace out.

Outing

Hey there people. Whazzup?

I thought i’d give a serious go at this blogging mania. If so many people are into this stuff, there must be a reason. So i too shall follow. What to do? Afterall, i am a Singaporean

<rolls up sleeves , takes a sip of water and a deep breathe. Here i go>

Today (actually it was yesterday) was an “interesting” day. I had made plans with my pyaari saheli,Shumi, to hang out with her sister and the “bimbo brigade” at this place called Khazana.  I was looking forward to it as i have not been going out much. The evening started with Shumi wanting to get a salwar kameez for a birthday party that she would be attending the next day.  I thought it would be a rather quick purchase but a whole hour later we were still looking for a suitable salwar kameez and shops had begun to close. And it was like a freaking sauna in Tekka Market. But i am glad she found what she wanted and got it at a real bargain. We had a sumptuous meal at a nearby restaurant.  (Food always makes me smile.) We both ordered Chicken Malasa, a piece each and gulped the food down as if we have been starved for days. We were on a tight schedule as we were gonna meet her sis and the “bimbo brigade” at 9.30pm but were still finishing off our drinks at 9.10 pm. We hopped into a cab and went to Ocean Towers where i met Soni and THE BIMBO BRIDAGE who were half an hour late. I dont wanna sound racist here so i shall not go into the details of the title confered on to them by Shums.

We walked to Khazana and had to climb three flight of stares (some of us were wearing heels)to enter an empty, dimly lighted dancing area with a bar at the corner and an insy winsy tiny weeny DJ console at the opposite end. It has a rather ghostly feel to it in the beginning. There was just  a lone bartender and there was no music. After we got ourselves settled, the DJ started spinning and we had our drinks. One of us, i shall not mention names again, had alcohol!! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!  So what? Big deal eh?

 Anyways, i was presently surprised when the bimbo bridage started dancing. Boy, they sure could shake their booty. Well not as well as Beyonce (DUH!) but not bad for a chinky! They danced the night away. I was the odd one out as usual. Sitting at a corner, watching everyone dance. On two instances, when i was forced to dance, i had to, just to keep Shumi happy if not who the hell wanted to sweat? Not me! I get pleasure from just watching not jumping up and down.

Oh, the most important part, some of the waiters were kinda HOT but none were to my taste. Though someone was almost wanting to ask one of the waiters for his number :P. Naughty ! Naughty! I got all dressed up for nothing. The worst thing, i had to wait for a whole half an hour just to get a can to go home. A construction worker was hovering around me and even played a piece of punjabi music from his mobile phone. Damn, I was pissed! I swear, if he got close, i would have kneed him in the groin and shout!

I got back home safistactorily satisfied, safe and unharmed But i had to fork out a bloody 20 bucks  for the cab fare.

All in all, it was a nice day, could have been better but maybe i wasnt in the mood to boggie as i thought i was earlier on in the day.

Thats that for the day. I’m gonna chat with some pals on orkut and posts some idiotic stuff before i sleep just to make people laugh. Take care folks and good nite Muuuuaaaaaahh!!

My First Post

It took me a bloody hour to figure out just how to delete the very first comment and start writing this blog. Thanks BJ and Sumi for making me feel so dumb! Okay.. What do i write now?

I woke up at 10am and then watched nat geo and took an hour nap and then cant really recall what happened but went GOLD shopping at about 8. No,, i didnt get any. Its my mum who bought stuff. Sheesh. its late,, i am gonna hit the sack,,i am lame, i need a life. good nite.

P.S. Vote for PAP {NOT}