I didn’t do anything, chocolate vodka did it!

I swear I would have sat on the road if she didn’t let me sit. But she was being nice and she let me sit in the auto. Oh man… like Baba Thillon once sang, I was “blowing in the wind”. I still am, you know?
But, I wish my Baba Thillon was Punjabi, but sadly he was bob Dillon. Born in another country, died in another country. But I wonder what he thinks about chocolate vodka. Do you get more flavoursome chocolate vodka in the States?
The chocolate vodka I drank… boring vodka I drank long time ago… namesake man… they are just namesake. Didn’t even taste chocolate! Chocolate is supposed to be an aphrodisiac. Why isn’t anything happening?

I’m not drunk. I’m tipsy. I like talking when I’m drunk. I mean when I’m tipsy. When I’m drunk also I talk. But whatever man I’m sober and I can debate on neo liberalism and post colonialism. Wanna put up a fight? With me? I’m awesome at debates that sometimes I mentally strike the other person’s head with a hammer in frustration. Yesssssss……! That’s where the spirit comes from. I’m a great debater.

But what man? Chocolate vodka didn’t even taste chocolate! 260ML I drank up and all the money I paid for it. Why?

Why do I smell guava? I wanna smell chocolate. Someone give me chocolate. Please someone give me chocolate.

What’s wrong with my doughnut cover picture? Why is daddy cribbing about it? And you know? I asked why he didn’t like it. And he said “I’ll talk to you later.”
Mean daddy doesn’t realise the importance of chocolate and doughnuts in my life.

Someone send chocolate. Please someone send chocolate. But, note. I only eat white chocolate. Dark chocolate is Yuk… only Horney people like dark chocolate. No. I didn’t say it. Someone I know and don’t want to name once said it to me. I won’t name him because I hate him because he is a bad guy.

You know I was working on a group presentation and I asked a friend to give me her earphones. And earphones also smelled of chocolate. I wanted to ask her if she applies her chocolate lip balm on her earphones. Had I been drunk then I would have asked her, you know?
I was sad on Valentine’s Day. Because I didn’t get any chocolate. You know, hot women say valentino is an excuse for getting flowers and hugs and chocolates. And they regale themselves with chocolate, be it the pish posh chocolate Dundee cakes, or bigger aphrodisiacs like rum chocolate or novelty choco-treats like little chocolates wrapped in colourful papers and assorted in pretty baskets or even eclairs toffees.
But I guess it’s out of my business because I’m a sidekick and sidekicks are not hot.

But you know what; I respect the magic of globalisation. I want strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce. Sinful? Dark desires? You bet! Chocolate knows to tease the taste buds! 10 million orgasms in one go? Who would know? How cheesy! Oh I want chocolate cheese cake!

No one is getting me chocolate. I’ll sleep with my guava.

Baba Dillon, I’m “blowing in the wind”!

Naa jaane koi

(who would know)…
Kaisi hai ye zindagani (how’s the living)?
(I didn’t graduate in translation, so shush!)
This song has been playing in my head since yesterday. The cool boyband of our class sang to its melancholic beats for the farewell party. Yeah man, I know we are bidding our seniors a goodbye, but this is no adhuri kahani (incomplete story)!
How does my story unfold?
20 years long!

What do I feel right now?
Too mixed up.

Am I happy?
Ask me again tomorrow.

What do I want?
I’ll tell you when I figure.

Do I have the time?
Time and tide treat all of us the same way.

But I’ve learned a lot of things this week…

1. When you say the cool lot doesn’t hang out with you, it only means you’re insulting the lot that hangs out with you, the friends who love you.
2. Just because you think someone is cool doesn’t have to mean the person is actually cool, it only means we have our romantic phases.
3. I love myself and there’s no harm in saying it allowed. Haters may hate and potatoes may potate!
4. Depression only needs excuses like… oh the room doesn’t have enough sunlight.
5. Gossiping at someone else’s expense is always fun. Trust me; you do not know the entire story. Even if you do, it’s none of your business because you will not realise how it feels unless you are at the receiving end.
6. No, the woman who gets drunk at a party and ends up making out with someone is not a slut. Trust me, there’s more to it than what meets the eye.
7. God helps those who help themselves. Where will tossing in bed for days take you?
8. People respect those who respect themselves. Often, the most confident are called cool. You have it, you display it.
9. Friends in need are friends indeed! Because the time you ask for a friend the most is the time you have the least to offer.
10. The joy you share is jealousy doubled! This applies to random people, for friends it has, is and will always be joy you share is joy doubled. So choose wisely.
11. Just because you haven’t talked for a while doesn’t mean you aren’t friends anymore. One hug and the love will rekindle. Because the heart remembers.

This is still an adhoori kahani. I have a long way to go.
But what cheers me up is that I’m wiser than I was. I’ve learnt a lot. I’m still learning. I write a lifestyle blog. About things I’ve realised, about things I’ve experienced, about how I plan my life, and maybe someone somewhere will find answers.
And guess what, I’m respected. My parents read my blog. And their advice?
“Keep exploring, child.”

Why do I care about the social strata?
I’m placed on the topmost layer in my little society consisting of the most awesome people. And you know what? We are all equals. We all share the topmost layer.

I’m cool and I know it! :)

Being jobless makes me so cool. And I get tralala sorta fun. What’s life without a crazy theme? We totally deserve an entertaining change. The rat race demands blood and sweat. Beware; you want all that’s yours. Do you want to give up? Sell away your lungs and kidneys? No, don’t, no, don’t, please, begging.
You are still loved very much. Be safe, be happy, be good. Go to bed with a smile. Pick a line for your epitaph. My epitaph – Vindhya Himachala Yamuna Ganga. Because my name is Sai Vindhya. Do crazy stuff, weird is different.
By the way, I’m not jobless. I have many assignments to complete. And piles of stuff to sort. But this post has a purpose.
I have a secret to tell. Oh, oohh, ah, yeah, hmm, hmm. I’ll be quick, surprises are hard. I can’t deal with them myself. So, awesome peeps, here it goes…
This post has six worded sentences.
Yay, yay, boom, boom, woohoo, hurrah!

Count the words in each sentence. I make a terrible, horrible cheater.
I’m looking forward to your responses.

It’s your turn to be cool.
I love you very much, reader.
Sending you my warm fuzzy regards.