Tuesday, November 28, 2006


That's one word which could mean a lot of things.
It says, I'm happy. It says, I'm studying and need to run away. It says, I'm really high/stoned/smashed out of my wits. Sometimes it just says, I'm really embarrassed at making an ass of myself, but I know you find it cute, so hehe to you too.
Yep, that's one hard-working word alright.

And sometimes it just means, I need a hug. Badly. Not concern, not curiosity; just a hug.

You don't get those easily. People wanna know what's wrong, why it's wrong, what I'm thinking, how I am, what I'm up to. And I don't want any of those questions. Not because I don't appreciate concern. Mostly I'm grateful that people care. But gratitude doesn't change the fact that I still don't wanna discuss what's wrong. I just want a hug.


Saturday, November 25, 2006

would someone please keep reminding me that getting sloshed out of my mind with exams less than ten days away is *not* a good idea.

ye gads. my head is so reeling.

what was i supposed to be studying? plato..hmm...maybe not.

i think i shall find a very soft pillow and go to sleep. if i'm cranky tomorrow morning, blame it on the hangover willya.

but, it was fun *huge grin*

Thursday, November 23, 2006

completely in love...

*happy sigh*

happiness is keeping off the grass and still floating high

happiness is reading story books when i should be studying my gills out

happiness is finishing a book and realizing i'm in love

it won't last of course. these things never do. but at the present moment, the fish would like to freely confess that she's in love with sam.

sam the sudden.

what a book! what a man!! go read it *now* if you haven't already. on second thoughts, don't. he's too good to be shared.

Monday, November 20, 2006

exams bring out the blogger in me. actually they bring out the ranter and this blog is daily turning into a rant space. well if you leave a fish alone at home for a day, it is to be expected that she will turn into a ranting lunatic, inevitable only. especially if fish in question has been studying derrida (whom she would dearly like to deconstruct, piece by painful piece) and such like thingys (observe how ze fish politely restrains herself from using words like mindfucking rubbish, other people may think theory is the most inane balderdash humanity ever came up with, second only to himmesh reshammiya perhaps, but you won't read such things on the blog. definitely not.)

clarification : studying does not mean studying. for all ye innocent non-theoretical/ non-pretentiously-intellectual-gittish type of people who thought a word means what it means, here's news, it doesn't. specifically when you see the word studying on my blog it means sitting at home, whining, dining (alas without the happier sort of wining) and most assuredly *not* studying.

don't ask me what i do with my time. if i knew, i wouldn't be doing it. don't tell what to do either. chances are, i won't be grateful.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

undated conversation snippet

babelfish : i’m so brilliantly workless that the thought of the world weighed down in work is twaumatic.

boy : aha we. twaumatized hocche wocche.

bably: (breaking into gushy tone) awwwy…aha we is jaake bole boddo cute :D

boy : yes. i am reaching for my twusty ewwephant gun

babel: (shocked at such suggestions of violence) erp!

boy : (brooding tone)or is that weaching?

babe(l): (wide eyed stare, jake bole bolo bolo chokh) you're gonna shoot a fish with an ewephant gun? a *fith* actually!

boy : (gleefully) fishy wishy go boom!!!

Waking up at four in the morning never does suit me; makes me feel cranky and truly ancient.

And then someone addresses me as you brazen niece person you...

and suddenly i'm chirpy and feeling fourteen again.

Thank you, you precision-obsessed uncle person you!!!

Imagine fishy bedroom. Fish struggling to rise at some unearthly hour of the morning, ten o’clock probably. Enter The Father.

Father Fish : (deeply suspicious tones) Are you going to college now?

(suspicion dear reader is the one thing which always turns the fish off and jump starts her bad sensayuma)

Babelfish : (exaggerated sigh) No Dad. I’m going for a movie.

Father Fish is deeply perturbed at this bewildering announcement. Exits room muttering to himself. Bably almost collapses back into sleep. Almost that is.

Re-enter Father Fish : Kon hall-e? (which hall are you going to?)

Bably sighs. Realizes sleep is not happening anymore.

Babel : Dad it’s a new hall. It’s called JUDE. Jadavpur University Department of English.

Father Fish exits room wildly relieved. Re-enters in five minutes, just as Bably has decided it would be so much nicer to just go back to sleep.

Father Fish (having thought up wildly witty retort in the five minutes) : Hero ke? Dr. Abhijit Gupta?

*erm, yes well, explanation…dad remembers the names of four of my professors …the man who is god (because I talked of him all the time at home as well as on the blog, dhuh!) the divine brother-in-law (who is generally very famous) dr gupta (because they share the same name) and umm never mind the fourth, let’s just call him dr bleep bleep.*

Bably : Uh no. Actually it’s Dr Bleep Bleep.

For once wit isn’t a problem. The father jumps in his place and declares : Oh tahole toh flop show!!

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