I felt like saying...

I should not want to care less,
but my mind conquers my heart.

I would not have to apologise,
but my pride conquers my mind.

I could not be your lover,
for my world is cold and dark.

I have not been your friend,

as we mold dimensions

apart.

I say good bye

to yet another.

Yet another has said

farewell.

Most honestly I do not want to be

proud,strong,lover or friend,

for my world is cold and dark.

If a man can move me to tears with his voice, he has conquered my heart...

Fooking 'ell!

Wow! This blogging is getting more and more sporadic. I do apologise!
Right, so now I finally have a few seconds and I would like to give a brief update.

A LOT, and I really mean A LOT, has been happening over the past few weeks.
My mother has been quite unwell, which has been this family's main concern for almost two months now (another WOW!I can't believe time has flown by so fast). But I owe a big thanks and lots of love to those who have been wishing good things upon us and those who have gone out of their way to make this famiy's life easier.
Firstly.

My job hunt hadn't been too successful as we all know. Hence, I took it as a sign to enroll for further studies. I have not heard back from the universities-Yet! But I believe August is full of surprises. *Wink, Wink*
Secondly.

BUT here is where this whole thing gets a bit more interesting. Other than the fact that I have been made a SERIOUS job offer in Mumbai to be production assistan, I have also started a new job today. Isn't that lovely?!
So I shall now be making some cash, spending some cash and lamenting I have no cash when I am quite surely working towards making some again. It is a lovely thing knowing that I will actually have a surplus amount of money to spend on clothes and shoes, without feeling guilty that I have spent my parents hard-earned money (Yes, I feel guilty!)
Finally.

FINALLY!

So i am finally giving a little update girls
Its been a buy june. First I was just meeting lots of new people from around town, then i was working with one of the new kids from around town, n then i was chilling with the new kids from around town. Now I am in holland-to which I only hve to say, damn there are more cows here than people! or something ridiculous like that.
ok that's all I have time for now.

Am I a critic?

Whilst taking a shower, I was could not help but think about certain aspects of my life.
Last night Yasha asked to read something she had written and to comment candidly on it.
A series of thoughts then triggered off a memory and a cynical thought set on the porch of Mrs Datta's office.

We used to study Thomas Hardy. I never liked him. But the question I posed was- why is he so renowned? what makes him stand out from the rest. Something makes me unsure to think that there was no other author that wrote quite like him. But really what is it that makes him to worthy to study in an elective english class?

and then again what gives me the license to be a critic?
Do I have this pleasure of taking apart his hard work, because his hidden meanings and insinuations are no longer acceptable or understood by the 21st century scholar?

I am a cynic. We all know that. I believe that men are assholes, and women are bitches. Therefore, when Thomas Hardy subtly describes the cruelties and suppression done unto women, I am confused as to who to mock more- him for writing about it, but not actually doing anything about, or the woman who can't hold her own.