Stars In My Eyes: 2012

Gana Wala Song : A Parody

12:10
By Garima Singh
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Eyes In the Metro : Ladies' Compartment

09:17
By Garima Singh
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As a frequent commuter on the Delhi Metro, I've begun to notice that there seems to be a recurring trend to the activities of people or women, to be more specific in the first (ladies') compartment.

The Reader - probably the best kind of commuter. Looking at the interesting and different titles of their books makes you lengthen that reading list of yours. They don't disturb you if you're a college student like me who is forever cramming for exams.
The Staring Aunties - most awkward of the bunch. Stare you down and make you squirm. *Shivers*
The Texting Addict - they’ll keep tap tap tapping on their cellphones. Make the Staring Aunties bloody curious.
The Whisperer - one of the rare species. They talk in soft, hushed voices with their best friends, probably about that cute guy in their class. Or the annoying/ not-so-annoying boyfriend.
Ms. Loud - most commonly found. Talks like nobody's business. And soon what they are talking about becomes everybody's business as they start listening keenly to their stories to amuse themselves. The loud chatter gets annoying more often than not - in the morning, when you're not awake enough to process anything as well as in the evening, when you're just too damn tired to care.
Auntie Obnoxious - they tend to push and shove you to get a seat or even a 'good' standing space. Rude and rough. The arguments start mostly in this group first.
The Musical Soul - always has the headphones plugged in. More often than not listens to Bollywood music which sometimes can be heard by others too (the headphones are just that good) Some good souls are more versatile and lean towards sufi, rock, R&B and make you wish that their headphones were faulty too.
Studious/ Exam prone college-goers - cramming away dutifully on the day of the exam. Eyeball you real hard if you do anything to disrupt. Moi belongs to this category at the end of every semester!
Fashion Faux Pas- having a fashion nazi for a best friend makes it impossible for me to ignore these. Especially if they paint their faces like clowns. Ugh! My eyes!

All this makes me wonder just how different people can be. And it’s kinda refreshing. The world would be a boring place if everyone was the same!

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Things I just don't get (about men)!

05:24
By Garima Singh
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Now.. I realise that what I'm gonna say here might not go down well with the guys.. but this is my personal opinion. Don't like, don't read. Consider yourself warned.

There are some things that I just don't understand when it comes to the male population. Yes, I'm aware of the 'Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus' line of thought. And I have no intention of starting a Battle of Sexes here... I just have a bone to pick with some people *hint hint* and the rest of y'all can ignore it and go on with your merry lives.

I don't understand why some guys....

Ask for your phone number, feel like a rockstar and then send lame texts. What's the point of extending a conversation unnecessarily when you don't have anything to say? Or are you obtuse enough to think that its the girl's job to chatter away? Some don't take a hint even if its a vague reply.. pah-lease! If a girl replies with 'k' thrice in a row.. stop friggin' texting!

Don't approach a woman they're interested in. Are we supposed to be mind-readers? Or do you reckon its flattering to hear from your friend's friend's friend about how they have 'might' have a crush on a you? Gives me a headache, i swear!

Want to protect the girl from the 'ugly truth'. Seriously, what's with the patronizing attitude? We have access to the same technology and resources. And we too know that the world is not all sunshine and roses. So keeping the truth from a girl, thinking 'she won't be able to handle it' ... how very macho of you. NOT!

Say they don't like drama and end up dating the most dramatic and craziest of them? Beats me.. (But it does lead to some hilariously comic situations sometimes)

Feel the need to lie. All girls have an Inner Bullshit Detector (IBD). So before you open that mouth and start yakking about anything that comes to mind, STOP. And THINK. You're very much capable of it.

Don't be themselves. (I know this applies to girls too, so don't go hatin' on me ) Why try to fake when trying to impress (and then crib that you want a girl to like you for who you are) ? The IBD rules you out within seconds. Develop a personality. Works every time.

Bug the hell out of the girl you meet after a heartbreak. Nobody wants to be the rebound girl. And nobody wants a clingy asshole.Just because you saw it fit to offload the emotional upheaval you are in doesn't mean she is madly in love with you. Get a grip on reality! She either sympathizes/pities or thinks you are a loser. Neither case requires you to go all romeo on her. Jeez.

Don't understand the meaning of 'no'. If a girl says she's not interested, then she's not interested. Simple. There are no two ways about it... we're not 14 year old immature adolescents who are too shy to say that we like someone.

Phew! Now that was something. I feel so good after putting up a new post. Not just because of the outlet to thoughts that it provides.. but also for saving a trip to the therapist in the very very distant future.

Disclaimer : All opinions are my personal. Don't go hating on the female population because of it and say 'women this.. and women that...' . Pick a bone with me. I love a good argument. *insert wicked grin here*

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A Smile Can Brighten Up A Day! :)

08:10
By Garima Singh
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Death by OCD

07:00
By Garima Singh
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I have OCD. I’m serious. For a long long time, I’ve been very particular about wanting certain things to be a certain way. I just chalked it up to aspiring for perfection. But lately I’ve come to realize that it goes way beyond that.

According to Wikipedia, Obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce uneasiness, apprehension, fear, or worry, by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing the associated anxiety, or by a combination of such obsessions and compulsions.

Phew! What a depressing definition. But it’s not actually that bad. My symptoms of OCD include repeated hand-washing (when I’m home, I wash hands at least 20 times a day), hoarding up things… well books and other paraphernalia in my case. But they always have some memories associated with them that it makes me unwilling to part with them. What’s wrong with that, you might ask? Well, I’ll just give one example: I still have the I-card from KG with the safety pin still attached; it lies in a white box at the bottom of my shelf and is always on the top of the rest of things, in the lower-right corner. Anything I chop is exactly rectangular in shape. I also have the habit of arranging things, whatever they may be, in the perfect orientation. Stacks of books, files, folders not neatly arranged are a strict no-no. The landline phone in my room should be exactly perpendicular to the wall. There shouldn’t be a speck of dust anywhere. The keys, tissues and phone should always be in the same corner of the table, not an inch out of place. Shall I go on?

I used to joke about OCD with my bestie earlier, but when I found myself arranging all A4 size sheets in one particular type of folder, taking extra care while doing this and becoming sincreasingly anxious if I didn’t get that particular style of folder.. I knew the problem was a bit closer to home than I earlier anticipated.

But I’m not too worried about it… I’ve not been diagnosed with anything, it’s just a hunch. And it’s just making me more efficient and organized, so I’m not really complaining.

Anyhow… I have not deviated from my resolution to update regularly. I hope this remains the case throughout the year. Final exams of this semester are coming up, so hopefully I’ll have my nose buried in a book (textbook!) sometime soon. Speaking of which, I gotta arrange my bookshelf again.

Ta!

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