Jinxed!!!!!

Im not superstitious.
Only scared of offending the angels.
Just yesterday was telling rohini that life finally is back on track. And that finally im content. And that things r sailing smooth. And its almost magical the way things have ironed out. To now being a smooth raw silk. *how cool is that!! RAW SILK!!! Pat pat on the back ships*

And now look what happened. *frown* life is back to being just the way I like it!!! Tangled in the very own wool I was knitting my sweater with. *nope not as good as RAW SILK. Raw silk was better*

Reminds me of my skooling days. When the worse thing that could happen was the Head Mistress’ signature on the skool calendar asking for a meet with the parents.
Just da change is, the signature thingy has changed to attendance problems and allied discomforts. Now is it my fault that I was born a nocturnal being. N no matter how insomniac I am, I still need a couple o hours o sleep, isn’t it?? Now am I to be blamed if sleep fairy dusts her magic powder at the unearthly hours of the morning. *pouting* And they are cutting internal assessment marks on that. *double pouting*

And then comes tests. Silly really!!! How do professors expect students to study regularly??!!?? *shudders* now I have a test FULL PORTION on marketing. Man I tell you, people who will become teachers can be spotted early in life. They r regular with their studies. How else do one explain such insensitivity of the professors?? No amount of pleading, begging, groveling helped. He (the prof) jus postponed it by 4 days. 4 DAYS??!!! He has no heart in his chest nor blood in his eyes!!! (translation of: aakhon mein khoon nahi or sum shit like that)

And then comes music. Divine, no doubt bout it. But my voice isn’t. at least not 24*7. And who will explain that to my music teacher??
She doesn’t eat ice creams, doesn’t drink fizzy drinks like it is elixir. doesn’t scream to get people to stop talking so that she can talk. She doesn’t scream, howl, cry till her voice turns hoarse. Sing in a soprano voice jus to piss off her friends!! Yakk her way 2 Armageddon. BAH she has no life!!! yeah!! That’s it!!!!! *enlightment* Her sole aim in life is to make people sing. SING AND PLAY HARMONIUM TILL U’VE DROPPED DEAD!!!
No wonder she makes me drink concoctions of lukewarm water and salt and sugar says it cures bad throat. *gagging* but I like my hoarse voice. I think it sounds sexy *batting eye lashes and blushing*
Ahem she is a real sweet lady but me going wid da flow here. And bitching bout all n sundry. (`so please God, don’t turn my voice into like that of a frogs I have enough problems no thankz to me!!)

Love life or or the absence of it. 20 bloody years of existence and what do I have to show?? Phone book full of numbers of classmates, mates of classmates, people met on the way, chat pals their pals, mom’s friends, their kids, veterinary’s number, class teachers numbers. Class representative’s three numbers. DA PIG doesn’t even give attendance and eats up space on the cell phones memory.
So the phone book is a real handy device. Ive become directory service to my best friend. How convenient. And how inconvenient that his friends are all losers!! Of the first order!!!!

Sister troubles. How many times do I tell her that we share things and that when we fight... we only temporarily segregate our things n then again pool them bak 2gether when we r bak 2 being sisters. What is the point of having a sister, when u cant use her bag when it matches with your outfit?? Doesn’t help any with her being da younger one and more mature...*psst psst: just people’s perception. Whatever makes them think that!!! Wink*

Maa is a different ball game altogether. She reinstates she wants to take horoscope to manglore on her latest visit to our ancestral house. Says, the purohit there can read things real well. My future. Yeah yeah, I precisely know what future she talking bout. All that cousin’s wedding and preparations has swept her away. Im jus 20!!! *bawling*

And friends are no consolation. NOSIR!!! I told purva all this and pat comes the reply.
“write a blog post on it. I have my comment ready already”

So here is to every soul who is hell bent on crushing the never-say-die spirit of a gurl who just wants to live...tangle free and jinx free. *wink*