, w)adv.
For what purpose, reason, or cause; with what intention, justification, or motive: Why is the door shut? Why do birds sing?
conj.
1. The reason, cause, or purpose for which: I know why you left.
2. Usage Problem On account of which; for which: "The reason why [regular verbs] are called regular is that we can predict what all the other three forms are" (Randolph Quirk).
Since there'll be a lot of "whys" in this post, there is a very high probability some of you might just lose track of what I'm saying and forget the meaning of the word "why" but there is no need to panic coz all you have to do in a situation like that is to scroll all the way to the top of the post to see the meaning of the word "why", courtesy The Free Online Dictionary - Okay, I'm just stalling. I was thinking of what to write in this post. Now I know.
Those of you who know me would have figured out by now that the only reason I'm writing this post is because I haven't updated my blog in a very long time and when I don't have any good topic to write on and its just the compelling need to write "something" at least, I come up with absolutely random useless posts suitable only for those to read who like me have nothing better to do in their futile existence and for those of you who don't know me, well, read this one and you'll get a good idea of what I'm talking about. Also, I'm pretty sure by now most of the people would have left reading this post only because of the fact that they would not have been able to comprehend the pointless long sentences I have been writing above. Don't know why the obsession but that's the way I am. For those who have been able to persevere, CONGRATULATIONS!!!
Last two nights, I have been unable to sleep thanks to the mosquitoes in my room. Today I woke up to blood on my bed sheet and the first thing I said to myself was "Oh fuck, how can there be blood on my sheet.. my menstrual cycle is not due for another birth!!!!!" only to realize one of those buggers managed to suck the blood out of all possible naked places on my body and ended up getting squished under me. I broke my spectacles few days back and so I can't see the buggers in my room, and since I can't see the buggers in my room, I can't kill the buggers in my room; since I can't kill the buggers in my room, the buggers take advantage of the fact that I can't kill the buggers in my room and hence they try to suck me off instead. And I'm too lazy and forgetful to go buy an ALL OUT for my room!!! Few years hence, who knows I'll probably be saying the same thing about my kids. Delete the "me killing them part", but the blood sucking part remains.
Note the "probably" in the above sentence. That doesn't mean though that I don't love kids, or I don't want them. HELL YES I love kids. I love to spend the entire day with my 1 year old niece or my 1 year old nephew (no, they're not twins) and the only thing I look forward to while going back home is to meet them. The reason why I said "probably" above is due to a few other physical constraints which I'd rather not divulge in public. No you sick fuckers. Every reproductive part in my body is fully functional. Anyways, lets leave it here.
Went to the International Book Fair at pragati maidan few days back. Pathetic collection of books. Still I managed to buy four of them only to add to the stack of the already 15 plus unread
books in my cupboard gathering dust day by day. Not counting an almost equal number lying in a cupboard at my home as well. Have started reading "The Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad. 100 pages only. Also bought "Blink - Malcolm Gladwell", "Don Quixote - Cervantes" and "The Winner Stands Alone - Paulo Coelho". I hope to finish them off by the end of this academic year. If anyone wants a good read, I strongly recommend "The Time Traveller's Wife" by Audrey Niffeneger. One of my favourites. Chetan Bhagat had come for the signing of his books at the Rupa & Co. stall.
"Mummy, Chetan Bhagat is here. Chetan Bhagat!!!!" exclaimed a nearly 17 yr old girl almost jumping while clutching her mother's arm - Yes woman, we get it. You're young, he's good looking and he's famous. But he's married for God's sakes; stop behaving like you'll have an orgasm if he shook hands with you, not in front of your mother at least!!!!
"Hey Chetan Bhagat is here."
"Who??"
"Arre Chetan Bhagat, the author of Five Point Someone" - Wake up kids!! Who doesn't know Chetan Bhagat!!! IITian, investment banker, author of 3 not so good, but definitely famous books!!!
Video coverage and all. Nice to see the importance and fame writers have started to get in our God forsaken country.
Keeda and I have managed to finally kick start the novel we were planning to write, so YAAAYYY to us. The prologue is almost done. The first chapter has been started. For those of you who are thinking how the TWO of us are planning to write a novel together (personally, I have never heard of a fiction being written by 2 authors), I'll write the story, the descriptive part, and he'll edit/modify/improve/add to it using his - I hate to admit it - impressive vocabulary; the narrative part basically, if you know what I mean.
Getting to the point of this post, I was originally planning to put down a few unanswered questions and a few things which have been bugging me for quite some time but sometimes I lose track of time when I start writing random stuff and keep writing and keep writing and now I have other businesses to attend to so I'll probably get back to writing what I set out to write some other time.
Since there'll be a lot of "whys" in this post, there is a very high probability some of you might just lose track of what I'm saying and forget the meaning of the word "why" but there is no need to panic coz all you have to do in a situation like that is to scroll all the way to the top of the post to see the meaning of the word "why", courtesy The Free Online Dictionary - Okay, I'm just stalling. I was thinking of what to write in this post. Now I know.
Those of you who know me would have figured out by now that the only reason I'm writing this post is because I haven't updated my blog in a very long time and when I don't have any good topic to write on and its just the compelling need to write "something" at least, I come up with absolutely random useless posts suitable only for those to read who like me have nothing better to do in their futile existence and for those of you who don't know me, well, read this one and you'll get a good idea of what I'm talking about. Also, I'm pretty sure by now most of the people would have left reading this post only because of the fact that they would not have been able to comprehend the pointless long sentences I have been writing above. Don't know why the obsession but that's the way I am. For those who have been able to persevere, CONGRATULATIONS!!!
Last two nights, I have been unable to sleep thanks to the mosquitoes in my room. Today I woke up to blood on my bed sheet and the first thing I said to myself was "Oh fuck, how can there be blood on my sheet.. my menstrual cycle is not due for another birth!!!!!" only to realize one of those buggers managed to suck the blood out of all possible naked places on my body and ended up getting squished under me. I broke my spectacles few days back and so I can't see the buggers in my room, and since I can't see the buggers in my room, I can't kill the buggers in my room; since I can't kill the buggers in my room, the buggers take advantage of the fact that I can't kill the buggers in my room and hence they try to suck me off instead. And I'm too lazy and forgetful to go buy an ALL OUT for my room!!! Few years hence, who knows I'll probably be saying the same thing about my kids. Delete the "me killing them part", but the blood sucking part remains.
Note the "probably" in the above sentence. That doesn't mean though that I don't love kids, or I don't want them. HELL YES I love kids. I love to spend the entire day with my 1 year old niece or my 1 year old nephew (no, they're not twins) and the only thing I look forward to while going back home is to meet them. The reason why I said "probably" above is due to a few other physical constraints which I'd rather not divulge in public. No you sick fuckers. Every reproductive part in my body is fully functional. Anyways, lets leave it here.
Went to the International Book Fair at pragati maidan few days back. Pathetic collection of books. Still I managed to buy four of them only to add to the stack of the already 15 plus unread
books in my cupboard gathering dust day by day. Not counting an almost equal number lying in a cupboard at my home as well. Have started reading "The Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad. 100 pages only. Also bought "Blink - Malcolm Gladwell", "Don Quixote - Cervantes" and "The Winner Stands Alone - Paulo Coelho". I hope to finish them off by the end of this academic year. If anyone wants a good read, I strongly recommend "The Time Traveller's Wife" by Audrey Niffeneger. One of my favourites. Chetan Bhagat had come for the signing of his books at the Rupa & Co. stall.
"Mummy, Chetan Bhagat is here. Chetan Bhagat!!!!" exclaimed a nearly 17 yr old girl almost jumping while clutching her mother's arm - Yes woman, we get it. You're young, he's good looking and he's famous. But he's married for God's sakes; stop behaving like you'll have an orgasm if he shook hands with you, not in front of your mother at least!!!!
"Hey Chetan Bhagat is here."
"Who??"
"Arre Chetan Bhagat, the author of Five Point Someone" - Wake up kids!! Who doesn't know Chetan Bhagat!!! IITian, investment banker, author of 3 not so good, but definitely famous books!!!
Video coverage and all. Nice to see the importance and fame writers have started to get in our God forsaken country.
Keeda and I have managed to finally kick start the novel we were planning to write, so YAAAYYY to us. The prologue is almost done. The first chapter has been started. For those of you who are thinking how the TWO of us are planning to write a novel together (personally, I have never heard of a fiction being written by 2 authors), I'll write the story, the descriptive part, and he'll edit/modify/improve/add to it using his - I hate to admit it - impressive vocabulary; the narrative part basically, if you know what I mean.
Getting to the point of this post, I was originally planning to put down a few unanswered questions and a few things which have been bugging me for quite some time but sometimes I lose track of time when I start writing random stuff and keep writing and keep writing and now I have other businesses to attend to so I'll probably get back to writing what I set out to write some other time.
