Sunday, 30 December 2007

Murder on the mirror

In the wee hours of dawn,
Was her last glance of morn,
After a passionate night,
She dreaded the light.

The unshaken night, to her own disposal,
The air so dead, the air so dull,
Hand cuffed by sleep,
The darkness gave her license to creep.

Alas, I woke,
Before being completely blood-broke,
The beginning of the end to the bitter sweet involvement,
From the bed to the mirror, that’s how she went.
Bitter to me, sweet for her,
Taking over my body with complete lure.

Soft steps on the biting floor,
My spine felt a shiver before reaching the door.
A mouth wide open, and dreary eyes,
Scarlet fears didn't show as lies.

My eye met eye,
As she settled from her high.
Despite the all-nighter,
She was quite a fighter.

Hovering over my reflection,
With a superfluous sense of affection,
My blink didn't pass her,
In her case- Danger.

Gullible buzz trying for the mirror,
Insensitive to a murderer.
Before those wings could flap,
The me I saw got a slap.
In matter of minutes,
She was reduced to bits.

Scarring me in the dark,
Couldn't trespass as a lark,
Sunrise on my side,
Out in the open, nothing to hide.
She against me,
No referee,
I played her prey and she played mine,
Unaware of her predator in for crime.

Murder early morn,
And a million more born,
That’s the end of her tale,
With no funeral to hail.

Sunday, 9 December 2007

Take that sweater off boy!

This winter, our beautiful city of Bangalore is reminiscent of the frost of the 80's. "Brr.. its been touching 15° C in the day!" I'm the biggest fan of the cold, but I hate to tell all the double-sweater-frenzy-freaks out there, that 15° C doesn't classify as "Brr.. Cold weather".

Okay, if you think I'm some thick skinned girl out there who isn't affected by the Nor'easter, you're getting it wrong. All I'm trying to say is that this ain't no London City. 15° C is here for us to enjoy, embrace and enthrall with. Not to double up on our second skin. Er, not to strip down either. Well girls, you get concession here for another extra layer. Just one more. And boys,

I'm a chauvinist - sue me if you will - but I'm not supporting you on this one.

15° C is not cold enough for a boy to layer up. If you're really feeling that cold, what are we here for? Cuddles don't do harm, they just warm (This applies only for hot boys). And yeah, I know that sweaters look very hot on you boys and all that, but save them for a rainy day or maybe just follow the 5 point rule to sweaters.

Boys should wear sweaters only under these circumstances. So read on and register it.

1) If he's sick - I have a heart, the cold could really make you feel miserable, and besides, sniffing down my throat and mucus up your nose ain't much of a turn on, so rid that sickness outta here right now. You're fever can't get hotter than 105° C, that's too cold or an established 'hot', so sport that jacket on till then.

2) If he's only skin and bones - Your emaciated frame doesn't look hot when I can count the ribs down your m'riff. The sweater/jacket is only going to add some bulk and you desperately need to keep yourself from looking undernourished. Fat boys, you've got a natural sweater to keep you warm- blessed adipose.

3) If he's gay - It's just more acceptable. If he can hold hands with another guy and pass that off, sweaters can't fight that. Besides, a girl wouldn't part with her sweater if he asked for it.

4) If he's sad - If you've just gotten yourself dumped, or sad about something, you could just tell the world with that sweater of yours. When the heart's broken, the chill hits on it more. Its single. Get it? :P *sue me for bad jokes* And boys don't cry, they just wear jackets.

Also see; 3)

5) And of course, the sole purpose of a sweater - if its -30° C outside. My heart would need a sweater if I didn't let go on this one.

Well, you could disagree to agree with me and hate me for being chauvinist, but if the male race out there want to really prove their superiority, here's your chance. Be a man.

Tuesday, 4 December 2007

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,
I've been so good this year. With my grades, I haven't gone lower than a B-, I've been doing a lot of loving and I even helped underprivileged kids. I think I deserve a hot something for Christmas, or maybe more than a hot X'mas present. Well this might come across as greedy, but Santa, its the season to give right? This time, don't get a shock, the list might be longer than usual.
Let me get started with
my wish list before its too late, here it is:

1. Reactivate/Connect/Bring him back to life - Please Santa, you're my only hope. God also has either been way too busy lately or maybe he's pissed off with me for some reason, which I haven't found out yet. If Jake is on Mars, make sure he gets transferred back to Earth, If he's in America, fly him back home. *gets down on knees with folded hands* At least for Christmas? You can join us while we get high on spiked plum cake. Take whatever you want back Santa, just get him back!

2.Christmas Couture of course - With the forthcoming exams in my way, theres no way I'll be let out to go shopping. Although, I have a day off to party on Christmas eve, so that means, Princess E needs something new to wear obviously. Its this gorgeous, angelic, white, georgettey-chiffon dress with diamante straps I've been eyeing for a bit. Drop that into my goody bag please. Oh, and to make it to my third pair of silver diamante strappy stilettos, it would be appreciated if that went in too.

3.My drivers license - Its taking forever. Since Christmas is round the corner and I don't know how you do it, but you always manage to get everything done by the eve, please work your magic here too.

4.Love letters - perfumed and pink! [Oh, Santa, don't get thinking already, you're too old for me. I meant, get him to write them for me! :) ]

5.Diamonds! - What's Christmas without bling? This goes without saying anyway, but I consider your old age and fading memory. *sweet, ain't i?* Yeah, so drop more than a trinket in that stocking. After all, when a girl has no gay best friend, diamonds always stick up for her- A girls true best friend.

6.Jake - Or have I said that already?

Okai Santa, I feel guilty for asking for too much, so before I get on the guilt trip, I'll
stop. I know you never let me down. Ooooh, how I can't wait. This Christmas will be soo special. 21 days to go!

xoxo, Keep it hot,

P-cess, E

p.s: Don't forget Jake.

College Tutions

When sociology lessons make no sense, our minds tend to wander off to our near future. - College.
This is a note Chit (my moral police) wrote me. Its cute enough to share, so grab a laugh :)