things that people say/do that make me want to slap them

1. when people ask "do you speak english?"
2. when people say, "oh you're from India? But your english is so good"
3. when people say, "oh you're from India? such a beautiful country/i love indian food/i've always wanted to travel there/are there really cows on the street/my great aunt's cousin's wife's neighbor's daughter was there five years ago"
4. when for the millionth time, the cashier at Tesco asks, "can i see some ID?"
5. when people say, "how can you not like/have heard of *insert vague musician here*?"
6. when people say, "how have you not seen *insert vague movie title here*?!"
7. when people say, "how do you not know who *insert random sportsperson's name here* is?"
8. when people say, "but you're not really asian asian"
9. when people complain and bitch and whine and moan incessantly about the same thing over and over and over and over again.
10. when people take pictures of every meal and instagram that shit. no one cares!
11. when people tag themselves in different places on facebook every fucking time they go out. NO ONE CARES.
12. when people say, "you lost your wallet? how could you let that happen!"
13. when people say, "omg you lost it!? thats TERRIBLE now your life will be miserable!"
14. when people say, "oh you're listening to it now? i was over it ages ago!"
15. "wow you're eating rice? thats really fattening you know. i only eat salads."
16. "those shorts? really?"
17. when not wearing makeup, and people say "why do you look so tired?"
18. "you left at two? i stayed all night in the library working on coursework"
19. "you have uni problems? they're obviously irrelevant as life is much harder out here in the real world"
20. "oh your accent is so american, you're obviously an ignorant and spoilt NRI."
21. "oh your accent is so indian, you must obviously ride elephants back home in your village."
22. "you're from a foreign country, obviously we will give you no chance to finish a sentence without first mocking your accent"
23. "you're not really Indian, as you haven't lived here all your life"
24. when people travel just to say, "look world, i'm in europe and i'm cool!"

long needed rant.

hate an ugly day.

I think the general rule of thumb is, the things you don't want to change, will change. And the things you want to change, won't. The secret is to stop crying over it, accept it and move on with you life.

can't wait to be leaving on that jetplane.

this morning, i was supposed to wake up early and go to the gym, but obviously, my sub-conscience was vehemently against this idea of physical pain.

instead, i had really strange dreams to keep me occupied and in bed. even as i type this, the dream is becoming more and more faint. but i do remember, two of my friends and i happened to be in switzerland, on a beautiful and blue but cold, white, lonely and isolated mountain where a woman lived. and we stayed at her house, and there she revealed her ability to turn people into puppets. not metaphorical puppets, but actual ones made out of yarn. somehow being a puppet was easier. and from there commenced a puppet battle for our lives, with yarn flying all over the place.

we survived. and the woman realized that life was much better as a real person. and then to celebrate that momentous occasion of victory, we got some passerby to take a picture. it really was beautiful there. and i remember missing home so much. and how much my parents might be worried that i'd been stuck here for days and weeks. and i thought to myself (in my dream) that even if it were 3000 miles, i'd start walking now till i got back home.

luckily there was an airport nearby, and we flew to prague, and from there we were meant to go home, but i woke up.

it was such a lonely dream that i woke up feeling disoriented and depressed, missing home, and a bit scared of puppets (or turning into one). but its a nice spring day outside so those feelings are fading away.

need

some stormy weather

and some happy people

once upon a time, there was this young swordsman, who would spend hours underneath a tree, practicing his art.

night and day, his sword would swish through the air, as the tree protected him from rain and gave him apples when he grew tired and hungry.

sometimes, the swordsman's sword would cut across the tree, creating a gash. at this point, the swordsman would stop and repent. "dear tree", he would say, "forgive my actions, for they were caused in foolishness."

and the tree would wave its branches in the air, and shower the swordsman in leaves, and stand tall still.

for many months, the swordsman practiced underneath the tree. as he grew stronger, so his power with the sword grew too. consequently, the cuts he drew on the tree grew deeper and deeper, slicing the tree more and more.

one day, the swordsman finished his training. he was now strong and ready to step out into the world. he bid the tree farewell. "goodbye, dear friend" he said, "and thank you for standing by me these many months."

he left.

that night, there was a terrible thunderstorm. the wind howled and screeched, and the tree, unable to withstand any longer, snapped and fell to the ground.