Name of support group: Surviving your long- distance relationship without murdering someone/being institutionalized/ Being fined for tearing down..'visit australia' posters...

Organiser: Nisha Sriram
Speakers wanted

Been too lazy to eat for a long time....
snacking arnd...
havent been to dinner in at least a week...
and today...forgot to go and eat..so i am now going to talk abt food
i have not spent enuf time in a hawker center....
its not somewhere i would instinctively suggest
so..i have hardly been
need to go more when i get home..
wont be too hard..cos when i get home..
I am NEVER TOUCHING PASTA

I am taking a break...more like throwing my hands into the air...and shaking my head
I GIVE UP...
there is NO WINNING with P....
Not even ONe token victory....yup..today..
P convinces me that he draws water up from a well..and that is the only source of water in M university...in M, A
I know that the expression: went to get water from the well...was his way of saying..sorry it took time...
yup..but what do i do..genius...
GENIUS
I latch onto the well idea...and P goes on to tell me that suburban places have WELLS to draw water...
and I go and believe..ok in my defense..i didnt believe...i didnt disbelieve
well...if i didnt belive him..then he would tell me
that posh, rich kids have no perspective on how the rest of the world lives...
and how the amazing oxford has no sense cos there arent any wells here...
yup...so now....
I look like an idiot...which is deserved....
wells...come on...
so to all of you who he narrates this to...
in mitigation: I am not stupid, slightly gullible...and i have exams...
so i am stressed...
there....
:-)
and P..i will get you....
in some way..i will have you convinced that...jumping off a bridge...on may 1st..is a tradition here...as well as the broken legs that occur as a result

Listening to tupac....I need...yes...I NEED to dance...
I have begun humming and twirling as I walk...
that to me..shows need to dance...badly...
and my room...is a box...une boite...a tip..filthy as it comes
My excuse will be that I am too busy working to clean it
but the truth of the matter is that..I spent more time daydreaming with my hands dangling out of my window than anything
or asleep or playing table footy....i am getting fairly good now..
need to buy a table when i get home...such that i can practice...its highly effective if you wish to get rid of excess aggression...
especially when you spin it and the ball goes right to the back of the net...
small pleasures of life...
it just occurred to me....how much of a homebody I am....
i am 20 yrs old...for all intents and purposes an adult
but i want my mom here....to make things better...
set me thinking...does she ever need her mom to make things better..or do you stop thinking of those things when you get older....
and engalnd beats australia in the new 20 over format...which according to anthony is rubbish..and i cant say i disagree...when is the last time that england has ever beaten australia in any form of sporting competition( if you ignore...football..which wouldnt be a fair thing to compare against...the ageing superstars have the advantage of experience)...
Richard Callaghan is going to be spitting blood..the last time australia won something..he brought a flag in...
Who is Elliot Ness...
Been reading the newspaper...nothing interesting to report except for the arrest of a cow in nigeria...
i hope that that doesnt affect the debt relief being planned...
read the article on BBC....
makes you really wonder...why they sound so keen on arresting a cow...
We went punting again this week...saw lots of ducks...red faced ducks( moorhens), big ducks( geese) and white ducks( swans)...and realised for the second time..that the punt pole is the incarnation of the devil on earth...
and went to play croquet....
prash thinks that i have aged 20 yrs in his eyes cos of my new love for croquet..
ok not love..but i really do like it..and its NOT an old pples sport...that would be cooking or here....Cricket:-) ( sticks tongue out and hopes that he doesnt notice this small segment)

Should I start writing abt pple I know like Austen...so instead of mommy and daddy..it will be M and D..and smriti becomes S....
N, M and P....all the pple in my life..and the places that i live.. S and O...
why did she do that..I have always thought that it was cos she was scared that the pple she was writing abt who lived in B, D and B....would come get her....
Rediscovering my love for science...found this lovely book that i own...
People are so intelligent...Fatt and Katz( along with the sexy names to boot)
But I need to get on with my reading...losing touch with my literature....
Dumas isnt lit:-)...also going to start my trashy romance novel collections...
I am going to call up.....i dont know...Valley of the Dolls..or something equally appaling at the Bod..just to prove that i can do it...
the librarians are going to be well miffed( HAHA..no we dont speak like that...but if i use the word random too often..please hit me on the head with something sharp)
Or if i start sounding like an inhabitant of greater leeds....
lets see...its not pants...its trousers...
umm....use of the word well inappropriately....
ok..i know that i promised..but this is ending up as a random ramble....
As the counter goes on....havent had a drink since forever..
and i really NEED thayir shaatum....
someone with a heart..send me some..and i promise to be eternally grateful and to NEVER try to use my medical skills on you....
to that person who is going to send me thayir shaatum..I love you in advance...
Ok..I need to stop playing up to the whole brahmin myth....
the brahmin myth is almost as cliched as the catholic schoolgirl myth( nope..they are not the same thing...just equally hackeneyed)
We're normal peoople..except for an inordinate love of thayir shaatum...
Indulge us...no meat drives you a little crazy...

Brain heart disconnect

Tulips
Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anaesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage ----
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat
Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free ----
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their colour,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I hve no face, I have wanted to efface myself.
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health

I love her.....

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

Enough....bouncy cheerfulness
and back to the pseudo-intellectual poseur that i really am
as anthony says...we are all elitists anyway....

so todays qn is:
" why do we want only that which we cant have?"
answers to:
Nisha Sriram
Oxfordshire
UK
I do realise that it is a phenomenally idiotic thing to do..putting up my address..So I left out something...if i am fated to recieve rubbish as a result..then so be it..
Ok...i also left out the key item..which is the college...
i dont really want the junk....
i think that i am going to go get a degree in literature....i hardly get to read enough these days....i have so much that i need to get through..in three different languages...even though two are going to be pure hell.....
lets see now...