Milestones of the Mentalcase Metalhead: 1

                      " To live is the rarest thing in the world, most people exist that is all."

                                                                   - Oscar Wilde-

And honestly, I have to completely agree with the man! We're so focused on trying to make something gigantasauric out of ourselves, on proving a point and on getting everything we want that sometimes, we get waylaid from the fact that we actually have to live. And not just run around like a chook with it's head cut off.  To tell you the truth, I was a little confused at first because there is a very fine line between 'live' and 'exist'. But once I have something floating around inside my cranium, I wrap my head around it eventually. And this made so much sense to me. We want. Constantly. It's like a bottomless pit of want. Now the funny thing here is you'd think that wanting something and then achieving it is indeed life! You're not JUST existing. But the key here is to go beyond material pleasures and find happiness. Ask yourself everyday If you're happy! Even if you're just sitting around on your ass watching re-runs of The Bold and the Beautiful ( the saddest show that possibly existed on mother Earth) and eating cold pizza from yesterday, live that up!

Putting my oh-so Himalayan sage-like wisdom aside, when I read this quote a couple of years ago, I figured it was time to start making Bucket Lists and decisions. And this here. Not my very own. But something I definitely see myself attempting!.

Do you ever have these weird,random urges to do something that is COMPLETELY retarded? I do. All the time. For instance, when at dinner the other day, I wanted to flick my food at a bald man sitting in front of me. And a few days ago, I was standing on the road waiting to cross when I felt like yelling something extremely inappropriate, but I shall tell you it was to do with asses,whipped cream and the Star Wars theme song.

Thus, I have taken it upon me to attempt to tick off everything on this list I came across sometime ago.  I'll be updating this post as I do manage to achieve these ;) 

You should give it a try too! Except I do strongly recommend some protective measures like a suit of armour and  a plastic bubble maybe. In case people's reactions and responses aren't all optimistic and fun-loving.

Happy Madness!

1) Point at someone and shout "You're one of them!" Run and pretend to trip. Crawl away slowly.

2) Look at see through glass and when someone is on the other side, shout, " OH MY GOD, I'M HIDEOUS"

3) Run up to someone random on the street and slap them with a loaf of bread.

4) Walk up to a small child that resembles you, and tell them that you are them from the future.

5) Put a dora doll in the middle of Walmart.When someone tries to pick it up yell "SWIPER NO SWIPING".

6) Go to McDonalds and ask for a happy meal with extra happy.

7) Bring a desk on an elevator. When people try to get on ask if they have an appointment.

8) Go to petsmart and buy bird seed. Then ask the clerk how long it will take the birds to grow.

9) Go to mcdonalds and ask for directions to Hungry Jacks.

10)  Go to a libary and ask for a book on how to read.

11) Go jump on a random guys back and yell (THE SKY IS FALLING RUN MAN RUN) and see what happens.

12) Go up to a random lady with a daughter and say her son is adorable.

13) Go late to class and when the teacher asks why say your pet rock had a seizure.

14) Run through a police station and yell " I finally escaped from prison!" 

15) Throw a small plastic ball at some body and then yell "get in your ball you stupid pokemon.

16) Go up to random people at the mall, show them your ID, and say, "HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?!"

17) Hide in a public bathroom stall and when someone walks in, say "Ah young one, Welcome to Narnia."

18) Buy an ice cream, ask the cashier if they believe in unicorns then squish the cone on your forehead.

19) Go to a pet shop, point at an employee, and shout "I WANT THAT ONE!!!"

20) Follow strangers around a store and spray everything they touch with disinfectant.

21) Go in a Dressing room at walmart, and yell " OH NO, Theres no toilet paper left !!"

22) Make "No Dumping - Violators Will Be Prosecuted" signs and put them in public bathroom stalls.

23) Fill your mouth with whipped cream, then run down the street screaming "I HAVE RABIES".

24) Take a stuffed animal to the vet.

25)  Find a random person on a bench, sit on their lap and say, "My mummy says I'm special."

26) In a public place, hold up a box of cheerios and yell "FREE DONUT SEEDS!".

27) Go to an Italian restaurant dressed up as Mario. See what happens.

28) Ring a random doorbell and when they answer just stare at them.

29) Drive a tricycle past a cop while drinking a juice pouch screaming "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME".

30) Go to a horror movie and when everyones quiet scream as loud asyou can... see who jumps.

31) Pick up a bag of sliced turkey in a store and scream WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU!!!!!

32) Convince a small child that his/her shadow is pure evil, and will eat them if they don't run.

33) Dress up as harry potter and stalk someone all day shouting random spells at them.

34) Collect a lot of bouncy balls and "accidentally drop them in a crowded elevator.

35) Inhale some helium, walk up behind a little kid, and say "Follow the yellow brick road!".

36) Hide in a clothing rack in Walmart and when somebody goes by YELL "PICK ME PICK ME".

37) Hire a taxi. When the man asks you where you want to go, say "To infinity, and beyond".

38)  Walk into an elvator. when someone gets on, make a face and scream "Your one of THEM!"

39) Go into a store and walk around like a ninja.

40) Get a jumbo pack of pretzels, stick two in your mouth and walk around like a Walrus. 

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'M IN FRIGGIN SPLITS. 

This should be good fun =P Let's just hope I'm alive long enough to do all of these. And in one piece in case a few of them go awry =P 

                                Beautiful song by Kris Allen ^_^  Pay attention to the lyrics! 

What I'm listening to now!

Check out the entire album A Higher Place. MINDFOOK

Cheers till later! ^_^

The Hole-y Truth

I have 14 piercings in total. 8 on one ear, 5 on the other and one on my nose. My pride after my hair. I absolutely love how 'metal' my ears look too(literally), along with the rest of my very being. The reactions I get from people are priceless and downright funny, sometimes so much so that I have to stuff my face so as to avoid cackling like an idiot.

The first question I always get asked is, DOESN'T IT HUUUURT? =O Anyone adding extra holes to their bodies in addition to the already existing ones. Well YES. Anything that goes against the the natural order of things will hurt! Or to have some fun, I pull out the drama queen in me and inform people that I have come close to seeing the light many a time due to the self-infliction I put myself through. The evil streak in me shall forever persist.

It really doesn't. I took my sister and her best friend along once when I went to get one of my piercings done, and they heard the gun shot click as the needle pushed out a little flesh and skin and they were absolutely revolted by the whole scenario. Of course it does sting, but only for a few seconds, after which my ear goes all numb. And sometimes I tend to hear things wrong. Or as I like to say, I go selectively deaf. For instance after I got one of my piercings, and my mother kept shouting for me, I blamed it on my new earring for not being able to hear her. Didn't work the second time though.

I got my first piercing when I was 10. I was so psyched! Plus I got to show off to everyone because piercings were not all that common ten years ago. I got my next one after I managed to achieve a milestone: first rank. That was in 2006 during the FIFA World Cup in Germany. I stayed up for every one of the 64 matches, which went on till about 3 every morning, woke up in time for school, got back, and repeated the cycle.  Honestly, it's amazing the things you do when you really want something!

Then every time I felt I had achieved some sort of success, off I went to pierce my ears. I should have ten by now, but I used to keep changing my earrings and some closed really quickly. So I'd have to re-pierce. I was always facinated by earrings and I did not appreciate the fact that I could only wear two at a time. So I figured if I had ten holes on each year, I'd have a whole story going on on both ears! And I do ;) I wear different earrings on each piercing =P

I've been told I could start a shop =P

I've been asked if I'm going to further venture onto my face and add even more jewellry on it. But no. I think I'm good with this. I did want an eyebrow piercing. But I am slightly concerned that if it does go wrong, I might become half blind, along with being half deaf. So.

Ear piercing according to me is the most elegant. It doesn't affect a person's looks too much. Sometimes if I don't want them to be seen, I wear my hair out and cover my ears from the world. The only other girl I know who has almost as many as me is Kenza! At one point we were actually competing =P

Anyone else with more than 14 on their ears? =D

Eccentric Beings

There's always that one person who is your very own doppleganger. And no, I don't mean the kind that looks exactly like you ( I'm still yet to find such a person, but I highly doubt her existence). I mean the person who is like you in the weirdest possible way. and by weird, I mean ON A MAJOR SCALE. The person I mention here is my ultimate. The first time we chatted, we began by casting random Harry Potter spells on each other. The first time we met, on a football ground ( another reason I value the game so much=) ) I extended my hand with formal greeting, a disclaimer from Rohit telling me his hand was dripping with sweat, and my response merely informing him he isn't the first sweaty hand I've had to shake. 

He's an absolute gem. The male version of me if I ever was destined to be one. ( which time and again, I'm sure I was for many reasons ). No one understands me the way he does. Sometimes I still wonder how it's possible that he's as eccentric and wacky as me. He's always looking out for me and   he owes me a big hug for dedicating an entire post just to him! Well deserved it is. Because everyone deserves that kind of person around them. I'm happy I've found mine =)

I met Rohit three and a half years ago in the gorgeous, most happening city of Coimbatore at a football ground when there was this huge 'battle' going on between my team and his. And the funniest bit, we had both seen each other on facebook ( who hasn't seen who on facebook eh? ). When I saw him walking towards me, I was like- I KNOW YOU I KNOW YOU. and the guys were like- yeah? who is he? and my rather intellectual reply was - THAT GUY ON FACEBOOK BRO. (save it).

We hit it off from day 1! I can just pick up the phone and start babbling about Irish hippos doing ballet on a Giant's belly, and I'd most certainly get an even smarter response. One of our favourite games is finishing off song lyrics. And not just any song. The trippiest rap numbers you could possibly find. If you want to know what I'm talking about, check out 'Look At Me Now' by Chris Brown and 'Kush' by Timbaland and some other bloke. Or we'd just give each other 4 letters such as OAHS and we'd have to come up with expansions for it. And HOO boy were they weird. 

What isn't weird about you and me right Gaj? ;)

So, as time passed, we started discovering that it's not just noses, football and gluttony that we had in common. And that's how this list began. We still add to it everyday and it just gets better and better! Now be warned, this list reaches the peak of absolute randomness and can make you instantly wonder which category of 'crazy' to classify us under. But it's fun. It represents my friendship with this retard. And I wanted the world to know that! ( figuratively of course, considering my doubts of my blog reaching the eyes of 7 billion people) 

He's been such a big strength and support. He's so genuine about everything and accepts me just the way I am. We've never fought and I know it'll always be that way because of how straightforward we are with each other. I trust Rohit ( that would be his official name =P)  with my life! And I love him even more! 

I've always felt it important to show people you care about how much they really matter and not take them for granted. And I figured that this was just one of the many ways that I could say thank you to you, for always being there and being the absolute best! =) 

1. Manchester United fans and the 'Beautiful Game'.

2. Al Pac fans.

3. Tree climbers. We give monkeys a run for their species' behavioral traits.

4. Eating random bits during class.

5. Killer British accents. He actually manage to scam a Brit lady IN LONDON. Apparently the woman at      Burger King had not a clue what the child was trying to say.

6. Favourite Colours: Red and Black.

7. Finish each other's song lyrics. ( Take that, rewind it back, usher got the flow that make yo' booty go)

8. Do not like the gay pinky finger. ( no idea)

9. Reading shampoo bottles on the dunny when all other forms of reading material are in fact in the vicinity.

10. Attempted to eat curd rice with ketchup. Not too bad. 

11.Have switched five schools each.

12. Chewed gum for more than two days and stuck it behind our ears during chew-breaks.

13. Ability to make up the most random crap up on the spot. ( We once knew a Mr Denikas who was from the lubakubawaba tribe and the billionaire manufacturer of pop-able toilets).

14. United supporters since we were 9. He's 19 now, I'm 20.

15. Eating isolated, stranded, dropped or lost morsels.

16. Battling roaches.

17. Pun-ny people. I shall post a few of our originals.

18. If we were cartoons, he'd have sharp cheekbones and I'd be a hyper anime girl. ( Gaj did we have no lives three years ago?)

19. Gone for more than three days without a shower. Yes yes I know, revolting. Fear not. I keep myself well supplied with perfume. My current favourites are my Strawberries and Champagne by Victoria's Secret and Cool Water by Davidoff. 

20. The smell of petrol.

21. Y'aaaaaalll waaaaaant soooome craaaaaack? Y'all waaant it? (refer to video below. for that is how my best friend and I greet each other every time)

22. We've smelt our own noses. Don't ask. It's a gift.

23. Pee incidents that we are certainly proud of. NO you do not get to know them.

24. Roger that. Federer that.

25. Not a fan of the decimal, shape and number infested subject of math. But we're both really good at it. Sad how the world works. 

26. We strongly believe that Aishwarya Rai's face and Pam Anderson's boobs are non-bio degradable.

27. More gum stories. Stuck in hair, up the nose, on the ass. Ah, such pleasantries.

28. Pulling out hair ( Masai tribe style)

29. The number 7. 

30. Ghee Roast. 

31. Scooter Thrills. 

32. Mothers were brought up in Bum-bay. Hence our mad Hindi skills. 

33. We laugh loudly. REALLY loudly. We give the word 'Guffaw' a whole new definition. 

34. Mismatched socks.

35. Dropped 'shite' into the loo. =P (Things like toothbrushes, bottles and other loo accessories.) I'm writing this exactly as it I did three years ago so. If you sense a lack of maturity, you have a very strong set of senses pal!

36. Bada bing bada bam bada boom. 

37. Jumped more than 10 feet. ( We have really fancy legs if I do say so myself)

38. Favourite Tv show as kids : Swat Cats. One of many.

39. Blood Diamond. 

40. Fall out of bed on a frequent basis. I've improved though!

41. Singin' in the Rain like Gene Kelley.

42. Shaped Dosas 

43. John You-can't-CEEEE-me Cena 

44. Cuban Cigars.

45. No alcohol. No Tobacco. ( I like wine though ^_^) 

46. Snakes are Awe-ssss-ome. 

47. Booyah. (?) 

48. We so gangstah yo. Word.

49. But on thee othah hand we've got pretti gud irish accents eh lad? 

50. We can tell each other anything.

51. And we know we won't get judged. =)

I'm still updating the list. It was at 175. I'll add as the days go by. ^_^ These were the few that stood out. 

I share so much with you! and I know it'll always be this way till we're wobbly and denture-clad. We're still on for our plans to sit on a big couch, watching United own ass, eating Nachos and having a belching match during half time when we're 100! ;)

I love you Gaj! Forever! *hearts*

Us = Swag. = Very retarded. We do pull off good pouts though I must say.

God Is An Astronaut.

Love this band, love their music. They top my list of ambient rock along with Explosions In The Sky! I first heard the album All Is Violent, All Is Bright by God Is An Astronaut a few years ago .I came across the band's name on Last.Fm and all I can remember is thinking - Wow. Ganesha (hindu elephant god) wearing a white space suit and a mask and bouncing up and down in a space shuttle. Peak of swag-ness.

Hailing from Glen of the Downs, Wicklow, Ireland, ( YES IRELAND!) , G.I.A.A's music style emanates simplicity and a beautiful, unique melody and gives post-rock a whole new meaning! You might spot a little repetition after listening to the whole album, but you will not be bored or tempted to press fast forward. Trippy and ambient, it's the perfect balance of energetic and soothing music. The mood throughout this album and in pretty much all their tracks keeps changing,  which makes you want to beat the unpredictability and listen to them more. With blissful instrumental music and vocals that can give you goosebumps, you'll find yourself  in your own little world, hypnotized. They're also known for their mad stage presence and visuals!
This band is one of the reasons I now have a ear for more than just metal and rock.
Lizzan and Enjoy ^_^

Album: All Is Violent, All Is Bright (2007)
Favourite Tracks: Fireflies and Empty Skies, A Deafening Distance, Remembrance Day.

Rhod Gilbert(iful)

He's Welsh. He's friggin hialrious. And he has gorgeous eyes.

One of my favourite British comedians, I love his approach! Kinda like Dylan Moran's but this one has a non-stop talkathon about things that happen in everyday life! And the way he does it, blimey. That's for you to watch!


This first one. Is about him buying potatoes! =P You might want to use earphones, because his accent is pretty strong, and he talks REALLY fast.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwK9aEpaG_o

AND

This one is on his luggage. Or lack thereof. I'm in splits EVERY time I watch this =D

Anyone Welsh out there? ;)

B.L.a.M.e

I've learnt a lot over the past three years. Before that, I was always in my own little world of Crunchie candy bars, football games and the sheer bliss of growls, both musical and canine. I didn't give life too much thought nor the people around me. Now I give it a little more thought than the average teenage ankle biter. And as of recent events there is one thing that will constantly attack you from all sides.

Any guesses?

No?

Rhymes with game!

and is a brutal pain in the ass.

Blame it is.

And holy crap on a cracker, it can mess with your head. But heck, it is a mad skill! Sometimes, It's a wonder  the amount of time people spend on it than on other more productive things.

Talking from experience, blame is a defense mechanism. And to me, is a definite sign of cowardice. The moment you blame someone for something, it is a sure sign that you don't have the balls to own up to how you've contributed. It's the easy way out as well as a way to avoid getting directly hurt or smacked in the face. I've been blamed. A LOT. I have also done my share of blaming. And learnt my lesson.

You don't blame unless you're guilty. You find excuses when you can't face the truth. I really have learnt something from recent events and interactions. People WILL blame you. and they WILL do whatever they can to bring you down. But no. You don't blame them back. For any mistakes you made, for being led in a completely different direction. You only have yourself to blame. We're all responsible for the way things happen in our lives, everyone and everything else is just, there. I may sound like a cannibal at this point, but I can't help it. Food is food. and every person is the main course. Other people in your life are the side dish. You can do with or without them.

It's okai to take accusations and blame from people that REALLY matter. Because they care. And everyone has their bouts of anger and frustration. But it is not cool when people play the nasty blame tactic whenever something goes wrong. It shows weakness.

I guess what I'm trying to say here is, screw people who try to keep blaming you. If you feel you are being blamed for no reason at all, you don't need that. Even if it's someone very close. Life is too short to fill it with negativity. It takes a really strong, level-headed and mature person to not dump all his crap on someone else and find excuses. May take a while but eventually you get there. I'm happy because I'm almost there.

If you want something to be different. YOU do it. Pig's arse to anyone who calls you names and tells you that everything is your fault.

So grow a pair and start owning up! Trust me, it saves a lot of time, energy and life is just all bikinis and cocktails in a coconut shell.

And whatever you do? Don't ever blame anyone. EVER.

Blame from nu metal insanities Korn. I love how powerful this song is. The lyrics make sense too This is from one of their older albums and personally, one of my favourites! Their style has changed over the past few years. Untouchables is one of their best!

Forgiven.

If it's one thing I've learnt throughout my life and attempted wholeheartedly to implement, it's forgiveness. Everyday, there is some form of forgiving that has to be done. For instance, my day begins with forgiving my slobbery, but adorable canines who have taken it up on themselves to wake me up every morning at some ungodly hour by blessing my face with drool. At one point, I used to want to throw Karma and Sanka out the window, but then eventually I realized how much they love their big, golden, heart owner and that I should just welcome the drool, preferably not with my face in the vicinity though.

I know what you're thinking. " It is SO friggin easy to say ' Oh hey let's just forgive today because it's the right thing to do and everything will be all candied apples and daisies". Disagree. But I will tell you this, the moment you forgive, that shows immense courage. It takes a brave person to let go and move on. Holding a grudge seems so much easier as is playing the blame game. Frankly it's not. It's just wrong. Why? Because it just is. No one questioned Freddie Mercury when he sang a song called Radio GA GA. My point is, that you just have to forgive and not question the situation. The more you indulge in thoughts about WHY and HOW and WHAT FOR, you'll just end up resenting yourself even more and the person or people you secretly want to step on or spit wad.

Personally, I've been through a million kinds of crazy in my life. Sometimes I'd end up thinking, " Is there something god awfully wrong with me?" That's natural. Or like I said, human nature is to instantly blame someone else for something that went wrong in your life. No. It's you. It's all you. Each of us is responsible for what happens to us and in no way is it anyone else's fault what goes down with you in your life. But what other people can do is make it better or make it sucky. It's about you finding that balance and knowing how to differentiate.

It's not about saying sorry, it's not about writing a ten paged email/letter about how you feel or sending a huge bouquet of flowers through a man dressed as a giant teddy bear. It's about letting go. This may seem a little weird, but I don't believe in the word 'Sorry'. Yes I have used it, no doubt. But I find it the most abused word, and extremely pointless. People do things because at the end of it, it's easy to try and fix everything knowing that just that one word,  everything will hopefully get better. Another thing I can't stand is people swearing on their moms, and themselves and their great aunt's-pet poodle's-groomer. It's ridiculous. Sometimes desperate times call for saying 'Sorry' and 'Swearing'. but that's just the easy way out of things.

Although I have had a few complications here and there in the 20 years I've survived so far, I like keeping it simple. I don't like arguments, I don't like fighting. No one does! But I've been in my fair share of mishaps and every time, what got me through it was forgiving the other person, even if I wasn't forgiven. Heartbreaks are much worse. You don't know what to think! But the best way to deal with that too, is to just let it go.
You'll find that the moment you genuinely forgive someone, things will fall back into place. You'll start seeing the brighter side of things again.


It's almost 3 AM. This is usually my thinking time. I have no one around me. I put on some nice music and just kick back and relax. I'm what most people call, insane. To me I'm just a nocturnal human being with a highly evolved brain. and a highly narcissistic personality but hey! It's a brutal world out there! And today it just occurred to me that it's fine to feel hurt. It's normal to want to beat the living daylights out of someone. But at the end of all that, if you forgive them. You're good. That's one of the strongest traits you could possibly possess. And just maybe, they'll forgive you too. =)

Two amazing bands. Beautiful lyrics. Happy Listening=)

Creed - Rain

Miss May I - Forgive and Forget

Pay close attention to the lyrics! 

Good night mortals. Don't forget to use deodorant.

The Dream And The Escape.

 " Music gives soul to the Universe, wings to the mind, flight to imagination and life to   everything." - Plato -
                                 
I dream a lot. I have little reels of movies going on constantly in my head of how my life will be and how I want it to be. My skill at day dreaming has earned me a lot of time before standing outside classes. Even then I'd suddenly picture my Ninja alter-ego battling a fire breathing dragon in the corridors of a glass tower, located in the middle of the sky. I came somewhat close to that with me constantly having to deal with my Math teacher ( who really did qualify in terms of looks and personality to be a dragon ), I did manage to break a  glass window of a classroom when my friend dodged the water can I threw at him.
It's the same when I listen to music. I evade reality and I'm in my own world where it's just me, and the band I'm listening to.

^^#MostSwagFeelingInTheWorld ( especially if you're a metalhead)

Music is not just a thing, or a hobby, or even a pastime. To me it is life, it is a habit. It's how I express myself and helps me transcend. Like Jimi Hendrix says, " Music is my religion". And it is. When you really and truly understand the music that you're listening to or playing,  there's absolutely nothing like it. It's a language in itself and can connect even the most remote people in the world. There are times where words just don't suffice to express or explain how you feel or what you want. But a song does. I'm at this complete peace when I've got something playing around me all the time. What is possibly the most amazing part about music is the emotion it is capable of evoking and the imagination that goes through your mind. For me, when I'm listening to a certain song, I put myself in that situation and there's no other word to describe how it feels but Awesome. Even that would be an understatement. 

I've been listening to music since I was about 4, when I had the same 10 songs on constant repeat. And if anyone changed, they were in some serious doo-doo. I'm 20 now. Which sometimes gives me the creeps consdiering I still remember tiny me with my long hair, prancing around with no purpose in life. And frankly speaking, all these years of listening to some stunning music, it's given me a sense of direction and a way to approach life. I might be in my worst mood or in an ecstatic one, but the moment I start blaring some insane death metal or tone it down by just fiddling with my guitar, I'm back in my senses and in a completely different place. One that's home for me. And that's the beautiful thing. It can keep you sane, and it can get your blood pumping! 

When I was in school ( no I just said I'm 20, I'm not wearing dentures yet ), I never, EVER used to fancy the idea of having to spend hours or even minutes trying to learn something I have no clue about and would be useful to me. Even now, I can't sit with my books for more than 10 minutes without taking a half an hour break. What got me by everytime, was I would keep listening to something while I was studying. A tactic my mother doesn't wholeheartedly believe in like me but it works. Whatever song I'm listening to while I'm studying a particular topic, I remember that topic just by the song I heard. For all the music lovers out there, you should try it. Anyone should for that matter, it'll start making you think more too.

I also read recently that it has the ability to repair brain damage and restore memories. If that's not powerful and friggin amazing, I don't know what is!

Music is my life, my escape and what defines me and I want to share whatever I know with people out there. =) I have a varied music taste but my loyalty is with Metal and the like. So you will see some partiality there in my posts but at the same time you will get to hear a variety too!  I'm really excited because personally, I think it's essential and very, very important that people make music a part of their lives, at least a minor one if not big. It is the one thing that always gives me hope, and has remained constant in my life. And I know it will for all the years to come. 

Stay heavy! ^_^

And to kick this off, the first on my list. =) 

 Artist:  Gojira

Album: The Way Of All Flesh

And personally, my favourite Gojira album. 

Of Burnt Hair, Milk and Gummy Bears

Due to the abundant responsibility of having to study for summer exams, both of which I don't particularly fancy, exams or responsibility that is ( It's like dipping gummy bears in Worcestershire sauce and saying ' I CAN HANDLE THIS'. and yes I have done that.) my brain seems to be doing a Cha Cha every now and again. This morning, I was checking the milk to see if it had reached boiling point, I very carefully bent down to sniff out any evidences of burnt milk, when my hair touched the stove and VOILA. 

burnt hair. Looked like little earth worms. As is to most situations I find boring, awkward, depressing or just downright hilarious, I burst out laughing, much to the concern of my 90 year old gran who walked in on me holding my hair in one hand crouched on the floor in splits. That was quite a wake up call! Literally, considering I was still half asleep. 

Lucky for me, I've been cutting my own hair for years now, so this was just another walk in the park. or salon as the case may be. It all began when I was a weird little seven year old with an obsession for UFO candy, ACDC and walking around the house on water cans. On one of the many days that I condescendingly made my way to school to socialize with lesser mortals, mother had tied my hair into a neat little ponytail. One outlawed clump of hair somehow managed to escape the clutches of my hair-tie and ended up falling on my face. A pair of scissors and my spontaneity was all it took to create a new do! Of course I didn't look like Heidi Klum or any of those other fancy noodle-figured creatures with the poofy hair, but hey! It was my own masterpiece. 

Thing is, I don't trust people outside with my hair. it's one of my most prized possessions. I don't like people touching my hair. Therefore if anyone burns my hair, it's me with a hot stove and not with a stylist's straightener!

Life is weird. One day you're a kid, the next day you're boiling milk. Unless you're a kid that knows how to boil milk then kudos to you! My point is you just never know. The only thing you will know for sure are the days of the week! The rest? Is just one big abyss of mystery. A Pandora's Box. A Bermuda Triangle. A six pack on a the back of a lumberjack's truck. You get it right? 

I like being impulsive. I like not having to plan. I like not knowing what might or might not happen. I'm a live in the now kinda girl. But then again, I'm at a stage where I have to start remembering bank passwords and to buy extra loo roll. And over the past two years I have been giving my life some serious thought and what I want it to be about. Turns out I really am headed in the right direction. I had a few mishaps along the way. More like someone-pushed-me-off-a-friggin-cliff but mishaps nonetheless. But you live and you learn. I've learnt a lot. I've learnt how to love more, how to respect more, and just how to be a better person. I regret nothing. At times I do give myself a mental sucker punch because there's a lot that I could have done, a lot I shouldn't have done. I finally know where I'm going. And for once, It's nice to have a plan. =)

Trust me my lovelies, you'll find yourselves comparing you to other people ALL THE BLOODY TIME. with the end result of " OH MY GOD MY LIFE SUCKS AND I'M AS INSIGNIFICANT AS BACTERIA ON CHEWED GUM ON THAT MORON'S SHOE". You're not. As cliche as this may sound, everyone's meant for something. And as a believer in Karma, you will get what you deserve.

Like I've learnt, it's important to just let things happen to you. Getting worked up, running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, reminding yourself that you'll be nothing if you don't get a 751815872512467467 % score in those assessments, you're majorly screwed. That's all crap. 

And a BIG BIG GIGANTASAURIC waste of your time. 

All I'm saying is the answer to all your problems is to just not lose hope like I almost did. You'll find the right person, you'll find the right life and you'll find out who you really are along the way! Go with what your heart says every time. =) Works for me.

Much love and dipped gummy bears,

Prat.

Beautiful song from American death metal band Decrepit Birth. Don't judge by the band's name. Read the lyrics and be amazed. =) It'll make you think.

Shadowed recess between the realms
Living planes of existence
Writing the song of creation
Synchronized alignment of time
I feel my mind expanding
Into the universe... I once created
Synergy...
Opening the psyche
Beyond the pattern of thought
Into the pre-embryonic dream
Eras of conception... images of creation
...mirrored forever
Dreaming of existence
Images... in context
Rendered figments of thought
Memories of what was to be
Psychedelic awareness of the soul's eye
The portal consumes my mind

Altering perspective
Hallucination
Dreams of life... death and rebirth
Imagination
Thought descends into self
...born
Destinies ellipse as light returns
Retrograde of life begins again
Awakening the pineal gland
Spirit molecule of the minds
...dream
Visions of many worlds
Hearts beat in unison
Spans of time... eternities
Histories begin... origins end
Eternal cusp of tomorrow
The monochrome planes of a broken existence
Under a shattered sky
Reborn into the light of a new world
Lyrics from <a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/d/decrepit-birth-lyrics/mirroring-dimensions-lyrics.html">eLyrics.net</a>

The Comical Genius

Who doesn't love a good, hearty laugh? It's important, it's fun, it's utterly liberating and a chance to act like a first class hooligan. Now that is a chance I don't pass up. I laugh at pretty much anything. and I laugh loud. Really loud. It's more like a guffaw if I do say so myself. And once I start I just don't stop. Many have tried but in vain to get me to shut up. I fall of whatever piece of furniture I'm sitting/lying/jumping on, end up ROFLMAO'ing as is the term used for incessant laughter these days, the expansion being Rolling On the Floor Laughing My Ass Off. I was once told that I could straighten out the bumpy roads in this city with the amount I roll while immersed in giggles. I do agree.

Incident recap: I was out one night with my partner in crime Ankita. The humour of this woman. Unmatched. We were merely walking through a supermarket picking up some ingredients for our cookie making venture, when all of a sudden she made this random comment in a really stupid accent on a bald man standing in front of us. That did it. I couldn't stop. I had to hold on to her while I was laughing, and eventually I ended up on the floor in the middle of the market in splits. And the darling that she is continued on to the cashing counter, ignoring my very existence and almost left me there. She came back for me though. =P What an epic moment.

It really is important that you laugh atleast an hour a day. Maybe even more. Even if you have to squeeze a giggle or two out of your system. It helps. and because I'm a master at it I figured I should add a comedy page to my blog and spread the laughing gas ( not literally of course). And trust me, whenever you have a down moment, watch random comedy, read a bunch of comic strips. You'll find yourself free of any sort of troubling thought!

And what better way to bring up comedy than Dylan Moran. To those of you who don't know who he is, (shame on you!), Dylan Moran is a gorgeous ( he brings out the girly side in me), Irish comedian and actor, known  for his eccentric, absurd and absolutely random but hilarious approach. He's what you call an observational comedian ( yes they have genres in comedy) and adds in a good amount of surreal humour that keeps you in aches and pains and constant cackling.

My sister and I have spent a good amount of time watching him, laughing our lungs out and scaring the wits out of people around us!

Enjoy my lovelies!

DISCLAIMER: Do not sit in close vicinity of a loved one. Watch and you'll know why.

This is one of my favourite Dylan Moran acts! But watch Aim Low : The Best Of Dylan Moran.

Mnemesis

Perfect music for a pleasant weathered afternoon from Danish metal band Mnemic who describe their music style as "future fusion metal". This album has something for everyone. Their latest, (2012), it's a brilliant balance between melodic, soothing tracks like "I've been you" and " There's No Tomorrow" to the sheer brutality of heavier tracks like "Transcend". The guitar riffs throughout and  the versatile vocals of Bideau are beyond insane! You will not be bored for forty eight minutes! Absolutely love this album! Their best so far!

Favourite Track : The Empty Planet ( Bonus Track)

Stereotype Me

At some point, all of us are stereotyped. Or we stereotype other unsuspecting souls. It's innate for us homo sapiens. A guy holding a pink cellphone, is gay. Maybe the poor chap just likes the colour pink! A girl that doesn't talk to barbie dolls and deck their heads with crowns, sit and gossip and do her nails is called a tom-boy. Which by the way, I've always wondered, why Tom?

It's so very simple to make assumptions and judgments without thinking twice just based on appearances, music taste, or even colour. I've always wondered why we do it so instantaneously without giving it a thought or two. Then again there are people who do do it consciously. Sometimes it's fine. But most of the time it's plain rude and personally, I think very unfair. It's like I always tell people, judging is easier than being judged. And we're always on the alert when it comes to giving our oh-so-expert opinion on other people but we frown the life out of our eyebrows and get all defensive if someone so much as comments on us. For instance I always thought only the alpha male could become ninjas and pirates. And then my little 8 year old face lit up like the fireworks in Sydney on New Years when I found out otherwise. Yes I confess. When I was 8 I wanted to be a pirate. Or a garbage collector. I still do. Anyone know where I can get hook arms and legs from?

The reason I decided to write on something that even though cannot be condensed into just one article, is because we see it happen every single day and because of all the stereotypes I've faced. The four most common ones being a goth, a metalhead, a geek and a tomboy. It took me a long, long, LONG time to understand that there were so many different groups that people were categorized into without their knowledge. And it took me even longer to understand why I was included in these random, man made stereotypes.

I wear a lot of black. I wear my eyeliner pretty dark. I own way too many over sized band tee shirts. They make me feel like a supermodel. And also the sleeves always give me the urge to get to the top of my house, jump off and start flying. If that fails, I use my mad ninja skills to get back. I have a lot of ear piercings. But I am NOT goth or emo. I just like black! and I love doing up my eyes. And I love big tee shirts of all my favourite bands. Plain and simple. If there was an over-sized-clothing-listen-to-music-that-makes-you-want-to-take-six-painkillers-appreciator-of-the-colour-black-because-it's-just-fancy-and-goes-with-everything group I'd wholeheartedly name myself a member. But since there isn't, atleast not one that I am aware of, I'm just a normal person with an interest in the above.

Metal head. Spot on. Defines pretty much my very existence. And for obvious reasons. I've been listening to metal and the like since I was about 8 or 9. I still remember listening to my first Maiden song, and for a very, very long time much to the annoyance of people who had to call me, my caller tune was Crazy Train by Sabbath. I even got threatening messages telling me that if I didn't pick up the phone immediately and not subject the person to the sheer awesomeness of Ozzy Osbourne yelling "ALL ABOOOOARD", I would be toast. Not like I particularly cared. It was my caller tune for about a two years. I love my long, semi black hair.I'm getting it back to black gradually. I went and coloured it like a jackass in one of my many rebellious moments. I love headbanging.Which to the common man is just a vision of someone being possessed. To me it's a sign of feeling the music. I love my guitar. I love the insane rush you get listening to blast beats, maddening guitar solos and death growls.  And I get peace from it like from nothing else. But more on this later. Or I won't stop talking about it.

Nerd, Geek. Apparently people who study all the time, their faces giving the impression of a minefield explosion, Star Wars, lactose-intolerant. La di da it goes on and on. There's a very fine line between the two if you ask me. Oh also, not to mention hardcore World Of Warcraft and DOTA gamers. See what I just did there? Stereotyped. Easy. As of now I have no choice but to study because I have exams in about two months. In summer. In the heat of Chennai. And it's a degree from the London School Of Economics. Feel the pressure people. I don't like studying. I despise writing exams. The very concept doesn't settle with me. But I absolutely love learning new things, whether it's about music, languages, food, cultures. It's exciting! I am what you call one of the followers of Jedi-ism. So no need to explain my love for Star Wars there.

http://www.templeofthejediorder.org/ - Check that out.

If I was lactose intolerant, I would probably spend most of my time in my dunny, sprouting creative ideas on how to improve porcelain quality and maybe even conduct a survey on what people like to read when on the magical throne of poop. In other words, screw lactose intolerance, because I CANNOT give up my chocolate. Or cheesecake. Or anything sweet for that matter. At the moment, I'm semi-vegan. I avoid milk here solely because it sucks. Also it's said that they add rennet, which to those of you don't know, is a certain enzyme from the stomach of a cow. My apologies if you're eating while you're reading this. Better out than in I always say. I do love gaming. It's an art in itself. And I do game at times. But it is very very distracting, addictive and frankly speaking, a waste of productive time if you actually do have better things to do. World of Warcraft is a lot of fun though, for those of you who are into the whole fantasy genre.

I love football with every cell in my 5'4 body. I used to play a lot but circumstances don't allow me to at the moment. I'll get back to it eventually. When I went for training at one point, I was the only girl on a field of about 40 guys. I went for Kalari Payattu which is a form of martial arts hailing from the state of Kerala in India. Again, only feminine soul in class. I love skateboarding and I'm still trying to master an Ollie. I do not like the colour pink, exceptions being this one Kurti I bought recently and my toenails right now. I get a kick from watching wrestling. I don't spend too much time getting dressed up unless I have my sister or my mother  breathing down my neck to look like a girl. I have improved though have I not ladies? I wear tee shirts shorts and denims most of the time. And I am the proud conqueror of many trees.

So yeah. I may fit into a bunch of stereotypes. Agreed. But I'm whole lot more than that. I'm Australian. I'm of Indian origin. I'm a vegetarian. I'm a Hindu yet open minded about religions and other beliefs. I read shampoo bottles on the loo. I make fart sounds with my mouth. I'm a hardcore animal lover. You can't stereotype a person. Unless they want to be. Which trust me you'll know if they do.

 Because of my skin colour, which is a mixture of light brown, yellow and navy blue. Jokes. I've been thought of as Persian, Malaysian, Punjabi etc etc. I walked into this store once and the owner just started babbling off in a language I had no clue about. To me it was just gurgles and spit. And I just talked back in my decent Tamil. And his face looked like he had just seen a naked ghost. Oh how I laughed.

The way I speak is very very different. I don't have a particular accent. It's not Indian ( I still don't know what an Indian accent is but the way Russell Peters does it is SO not Indian. it's just retarded. I love you Russell) Which surprises a large number of people because I've been here over 11 years. It's not Australian. I tend to vary the way I talk when I talk because it's fun. I can switch from Irish to Italian to Arab to British in a flash! And this further confuses the minds of many. Hee so it's hard to stereotype me over there. I just speak with very complete pronunciations which gives people the impression that I possess an accent. When I first joined school in Coimbatore, girls in my class thought I was an outright showoff because of the way I spoke. Or as they say in this city, "peter". Which basically means you're an uppity, English speaking prick. But in a tone less polite.

I don't like blonde jokes. I don't like Sardar jokes. I don't like random racial comments. I don't like judgments made on people just because they're fat or skinny or crooked or wearing pink tutus. Sounds like I'm the most boring person alive? Think about the last time you were stereotyped, you'll know what I'm talking about. And when you do, think again the next time you do it.

May The Force Be With You.

P.S : This is from a Limp Bizkit track. 
Am I a freak in the darkness 
Who am I a misfit 
You speak with opinions 
To seek in so deep 
But it's alright 
Well your just an allusion 
Confused by your narrow mind 
Reality is up ahead in the distance 
But that lack of persistence has left you behind 
Now you're reaching for your sanity 
Cause you're afraid of me, so don't f*** with me 
You wanna ask me a question, well I got a question 
How much longer can I tolerate this shit 
Ego's trip when you're livin' on the flip side 
Drop down of an uterus and god damn 
I see ya pointin' your finga 
You stereotype me, cause you don't like me 
Well you don't even know me, punk 
You don't know me