The Psychotic Wagon – Get Obsessed

This Meme is all about OCD – Obsessive Compulsive Disorder as it expands to. So Ms.Wiki says OCD is…,

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder in which people have unwanted and repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations (obsessions), or behaviors that make them feel driven to do something (compulsions) – (wiki)

So I gonna list out three OCD’s I’ve been freaking with here and ofcourse I’m ought to tag three of my random blog friends to Compulsorily Express their Obsessive Disorders.

1. Pace Deceleration of Books

I do not know from my near consciousness as when did I start stopping near the Book Strands and other road side book shops. Seriously, my pace decelerates and I find myself locked at the titles of the novels stacked on the shelves or on the pavements. I spend a solid 15 to 20 minutes based on the volume of book titles to be scanned. If it’s a Landmark, then it’s going to be a scanning and reading of few books for a solid 1 hour or two. I don’t know why I’m so much obsessed with just walking along the shelves and scanning the titles.

Whenever I drop to T. Nagar or Pondy Bazaar with my Mom, Dad n Sis for any of the shopping occasions, they find me missing suddenly beside them and after a glimpse on left, right and at back, they will find me near a road side book shop which has a nice collection of Novels in half rate. Ranging from John Grisham, Michael Crichton to Chetan Bhagat, all those colorful publication from Rupa and Penguin delights me much, though they have become so old and cello-taped. It irritates my mom and dad much for delaying their shopping schedule and my dad usually ends up coming up with the analogy of lamp-posts and dogs with bookshops and I :|. Who cares!

In case of hanging out with friends in Spencers, Citi Center or any mall in that case, we spend around 40% of the total time spent for haning out in Landmark. Though we actually don’t have anything to buy, we love window shopping and obsessively some solid time in the Landmark scanning through the Books, Magazines, Perfumes, Antiques and Glass ‘Pieces’, PSPs, Movie/Music DVDs and pretty girls coming there to buy those smiley balls and ID card smiley pins!

How vetti the time may be, if I get a book store and a large volume of books inside it, then I assure you I won’t complain and nag you with my boring talks for another two hours!

2. Blood Acceleration of Prettiness

Okay this is very normal with guys, but I guess, I’m bit over sensitive to pretty girls. At all the same places described above, if I happen to lock a pretty girl(s) with my sight, my heart beats faster and of course things will be in control, but still all those butterflies flaps its wings in a colorful shimmering paths orbiting around me. The scene around the pretty lady freezes and I’ll be like Shahrukh Khan in “Aankhon Mein theri ajab si ajab si adaayein hain” song from Om Shanti Om, except that nothing from my dress, gets entangled in the girls’ dupattah or chains or anything loosely hanging around her and I don’t become behosh falling down hands in chest :D

Well, I do stop sometimes to scan them for their prettiness. I get so much obsessed with their features. You see, girls don’t become pretty because they are fair or tall and has perfect contours in appropriate places. But It’s in those small small things that make them so much adorable – the way she eats those Chocolate stubs or a sandwich, the way the strands of hair fall on their shoulders, or how she carries herself in the dress she is wearing, the way she turns the pages of the book, the way she thinks about something biting the tip of the pen which she is holding and many more such notable niceties.

The worst part of this is, all those moments last for a brief period of time until she leaves the place. Then what, I too leave the place!

So this obsession of prettiness is always there! Hmmm.

3. Mind temptation of Gadgets

Well, Girls and Gadgets never cease to keep me occupied. I’m one obsessed freaking gadget maniac. Come the gadget into existence, Google suffers a lot in my hands to churn out loads and loads of pages about its details. I love reading the technical reviews about those gadgets. Starting from the hardware, operating system, their processors and its user interface, I read everything. Be it a mobile or a laptop or even a desktop, ranging from SLR, iPad, and other touchpads, touch phones, Android, HTC, Samsung, Apple, Canon, Nikon, Cloud computing, Concept phones, Bikes, Cars, blogs, and other technology buzz words, I’m freaking obsessed.

My mom keeps worrying about the girl who is gonna marry me. She says if you spend a all your time with gadgets/Internet like this, I pity the girl who is going to spend her life with you. Well to be frank I use Gmail anytime, browse Facebook and Twitter from mobile liking, commenting and tweeting during bus/train journeys, listening to mp3/Radio as well, at Home again FB, chatting, thinking what to write next in my blog, what to click with my cam and where to go. Hopefully my future girl will also join my league along with me and I’ll have more time for her and for her obsessions too! 🙂

Whenever someone talks about anything technologically new or attractive, I spend the next one hour or two reading and scanning images of it. My recent obsessions are the owned Canon SLR, not-yet-bought Samsung Galaxy S II, not-yet-released-India Nokia N9, rumoured-but-seems-to-be-gorgeous Phone 5 and err…many more.

Guess it was too much of insanity overloaded in this post!!!

Lemme stop here and I tag the following people to take the meme forward.

Hope you 3 will let me know your obsessions!!!! 😀

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Itz Raining !!

“Itz raining…” came a shrill voice from drawing hall. That was my sister.

It was 7:00 AM…a pleasant Saturday early morning. Window panes were bearing tiny transparent pimples, which the rain droplets had caused. It was cool outside. It had just started drizzling. I was in my bed under the blanket, warm and cozy in half sleep. Eyes were refusing to let the light come in. People just don’t understand the bliss that lies behind the morning slumber. A sluggish state where you don’t know how to get up or you do not want the act of getting up to happen.

“Awesome Weather !!!!!!” My inner-self which is still awake said

“Yeah…..ahhhhhh (Yawn)” I yawned to acknowledge.

“Get up you lazy dog” again my inner-self

“Shut up” this is me..the real me

😦 Go get lost…” (My inner-self has started using smileys..!!!!). I didn’t care. I just wanted to sleep in this kewl weather. Nothing else I wanted to do

Again I was asleep. I could hear the rain drops hitting the ground. “wwoooooooowww…what an awesome state of mind??…” My thoughts wandered. I was there in the bed fast asleep…I could feel the gravity of the sleep which was pulling me deep down in to some state of mind, which I couldn’t explain here. It was some subconscious vortex into which I’m being pulled into…I could feel the chemical reactions that were taking place in my stomach. That feeling gave me comfort. A comfort of sleeping. The state of eternal Bliss!!!

“Hey get up…Paper boy didn’t come today. Get The Hindu, Dinamalar, and one Deccan Chronicle. Get up….” My sis again.

Why do people read newspapers early morning. ? I was interrogating myself on peoples’ ignorance on morning sleep. How can they afford to sacrifice such a nice time? I remembered one proverb TIME IS PRECIOUS. Time will not wait for anybody, so why wasting it when it is available right now at your feet? So continue sleeping. I closed my eyes.

“Podi…adellaam Mudiyathu ” I said  (“Get lost….That’s not possible”)

“Hey get up Anna. See the weather. How cool it is. It will be like a morning walk. You would have never seen this. (Anna = Brother)

“Hey get up. Appa has gone to temple. You should only go now…” This is mom (Appa = Father)

“ It is just 7:30 ma….who will keep all shops open???” I fumbled. I couldn’t speak as my face was held deep inside the pillow. I hugged the pillow and tried to sleep again, just then the voice came again

“Go n see how many people are awake…how many people go for morning walk…see how many people have started working…How would you know when you don’t get up??…” That was my mom.

“cha…”

I got up with all my weight of laziness pulling me back again towards the bed. I stepped into the bathroom. The floor was cool as ice. I felt lazy to brush but I had to. So I reached for the brush in the stand, laid the toothpaste from start to end of the bristles. After 10 minutes I came out.

“Ma…Coffee..”

“coming….”

After the hot coffee, I set out my journey in the cool weather to get newspapers. I came out of the house. The stray dog was happily sleeping under the car shed. My inner conscience didn’t respond to my thought. I was jealous over the dog and its undisturbed sleep. I got down the road and started walking slowly. There was a slight drizzle and cool breeze. I could smell the fragrance of the wet mud and a nice smell of the Poori Masala which was being prepared in the Fast Food nearby hindering my olfactory sense. Steam was emanating from the Idly cooker that was kept in the FF Stall.

I was clad in my light, sandalwood tinted, 3/4th Tracks and dark blue round neck t-shirt. I could see Goosebumps sprouting all over my skin coz of this chill Weather. My hands were chill and the Goosebumps were clearly visible as if somebody had planted something in my skin. I wiped the rain droplets that flowed down my hands. It had started raining! How can someone sell newspaper in this rain?. I’ve seen sellers spreading out all the newspaper on the platform and assemble each and every supplement together which are then distributed to many, to be sold out. I was searching for some place to protect myself getting drenched. And at last found one under a small petty shop. Time was melting like Ice. I waited for 15 mins. I wanted to leave and get back to my Bed. Some more people came running to protect themselves from the downpour. I was thinking about how can someone eat ice-cream when it rains. I heard some people like eating one. Trisha ate one in the movie Adhi. She came running in the rain fully drenched and ate a cup of ice-cream. Wandering Mind!

When I was about to leave. I saw her. I saw her, whom I haven’t seen before … She came running towards me, found one place to stand. She was standing next to me. She was partly drenched. She was wiping the droplets of water in her face. She looked Beautiful with that and I couldn’t stop seeing her. Her green color Patiala style chudidar was filling my eyes. My eyes were over flowing with the green color. I was thinking about some Go-Green Initiative. Is this the one?? She couldn’t control the curliness of her hair that fell on her eyes. She was holding it back frequently with her long thin fingers which were adorned with well kept tiny nails. Her duppatta was almost wet and I could notice that she was not comfortable with that. Anyways I couldn’t help her in that. She was already cute and this rain, this weather was making her cuter. She was in some hurry. She kept seeing her watch. I was thinking ….What the hell she is doing in this early rainy morning??

PING PONG. My Mobile Rang. It was a message alert. There was two option for me

1.Read and 2.Cancel.

I pressed Read Button.

The message read…

“Each day I meet
Someone New,
But Nvr find another
Person like u,
The world is full of people it true…
Yet no one ever equals U…
Gud Mrng :)”

 

People are too active to get up, so early in this Saturday morning and forward messages. Thanks to Technology. It has made people Active!!!!

“Hi….” Came the voice from behind. She was standing next to me.

“Hi …” I smiled. I didn’t want to leave!

“ Do you know where is the SBI ATM nearby??” She put her query innocently.

I was searching for words. I knew where it is. But my thoughts didn’t flow freely like Captain Cook Salt. I gained all my conscious. I came out of that lazy boy mind. I came out of the restless boy who lost his morning sleep. I delivered..

“Well..it’s in Big Street, near the School…You know that school rite?”. I  finished

“Yeah OK……I’ll see that. Thank You”

“No props…” I said. The rain had stopped. I started leaving. She started with me. We found that, both of us were heading towards the same street.

“Oh…you too going this way??” I asked her in an anticipation to continue the conversation

“Yeah, so u too?” she smiled and came forward.

“I’m Archana” She introduced herself. “We just came to this place last night…wanted to go for a morning stroll. But then it started raining..and I had to come under the shelter..hehe…”  She was smiling. I don’t know how girls smile so much! As she said this I was expected to introduce myself. So I told her my name.

“So where are you from?” I asked.

“I’m from Bangalore. I’m staying in my aunt’s house here in Chennai. Just came last night. I told you before….”

“Yeah fine….so what are you up to? College?”. I was unable to guess her age. I knew it’s ‘not so called a gud practice’ to ask a girl, her age. And don’t want to take any risks asking something which you ought not to! I previous had experiences guessing a girl’s age incorrectly. Thank god the consequence didn’t turn out worse.

“College is over & I’m waiting for my call letter from….” She mentioned a well known software firm.

“Oh cool…So enjoying your holidays I guess…”

“No yaar…It was fun initially but I got bored of killing time like hell…how long to wait? It’s been 4 months I’m whiling away time…” she exposed her cute frustration in her face.

The small wrinkle on her forehead, which was alive for a momentary period of time, added to her cuteness. The short-lived change, that brought an expression, that made the me blind, in spite of my perfect vision still under operation!!

“Oho..It will take time. They’ll call randomly…” I was telling her as if I decide the recruitment process of the firm in which she got placed.

“Hey…you didn’t tell me what are you doing??” she winked.

“you didn’t ask me!..” I replied. I was trying to get into my Humor Shoes but then didn’t want to spoil the image (!!???) which I had built for the past 10 minutes. The ATM was nearing.

“I’m a Software Engg” I said. She acknowledged.

“Anyways nice meeting you. It was good talking to you…” She ended. I was taken aback. I didn’t expect that this conversation will end so soon 😦. Are we going to leave without exchanging any Mobile no,  mail ID, Gtalk ID, ORKUT name…what is this? Is this what you expect after a long conversation. That too with a girl who u have been looking at admiring her green dress, nails, face with raindrops n all ??. I was thinking of ways to get some contact. But how?? I was thinking. Thinking hard on information retrieval. God Please help…

He helped me of course ! When she started leaving towards the ATM entry, My Mobile rang PING PONG. She turned back and smiled. I was cursing the one who is sending messages at this time. What else to do? It struck in my mind, in that Microsecond gap when I took the cell out from my pocket.. The processors inside me has started working fast. Grrrrr8 Idea. This will surely work. No time to waste, I acted fast. I was ready to take risk at the cost of my mobile.

“uuuuffffffff” I shouted and dropped my cell down!!!!! It landed with a THUD and dismantled itself on the floor. The back panel was lying near my feet. The Battery was thrown somewhere away. It wasn’t a Nokia model

“What happened?” she came back with some concern in her face which I noticed again.

“Nothing….I dropped my cell..ptch” I said sadly bending down to reach my Mobile’s different parts! I was sad & Happy. Sad for my mobile’s present condition. Happy on my victory of her getting back to me. I picked up the parts & was assembling. Things were wet.

“Is that fine?” She looked at my dilapidated (!!??) mobile.

“I should check” I said. I switched it on and asked her “Hey can I use your cell. Just wanna check, calling my mobile.”

“Sure” She handed over her mobile to me and I started keying in my mobile number in the pressing her mobile’s rubber key pad and pressed CALL.

My Mobile rang. The screen was blinking with some unknown number calling message. “Its working. Fine” I said. “Well that’s my Number you wanted to know” came the voice . I lifted my face up in astonishment.

When I lifted my face I couldn’t see her. She was not there. She has gone. I saw my other hand. It was empty. Where did her mobile go? I couldn’t understand what was happening. I saw the sky. The atmosphere was clear. No rain. No Wet Roads. I was lying  in a bed in a corner of an empty dark room. I could see the tiny dust particles rising in the Beam of Sunlight, which is entering the room through the exhaust fan vent. I was bewildered on the events happening. What has happened? Where is the ATM? Where am I? What am I doing in this dark, dusty, abandoned, cobwebbed room. Each of my hands and legs were tied to the poles near the bed. I tried to shout. But I was unable to. My volume was totally lowered. I was shouting, but it appeared as if I was whispering to myself. No point in shouting now. I turned, twisted, strained to relieve myself from this torture. I  could see something written on my hand. I twisted it and the words read…..I WANNA PLAY A GAME ! ARE YOU READY? LET THE GAME BEGIN !!!! I was horrified. I remember watching the horror movie S.A.W, sometime before in my system. Now I had to free myself from this trap. I didn’t know what to do!!! I looked down on the floor…..

Three papers were lying untouched.

THE HINDU

DINAMALAR

DECCAN CHRONICLE

“I don’t want to play this game” I shouted. My heartbeat was at its peak.

I could feel some sharp instrument doing something in my hand. I closed my eyes &  shouted again “I don’t want to play this game”

“Who asked you to play a game, early in this morning? Get up you ‘loose’ (loosu = mad). See the time its 7:40 now” came the voice from behind.

I opened my eyes. Blinked twice, thrice. I could see my sister standing beside me and waking me up. I was at home in the same Bed, warm & cozy with my naughty sister disturbing as usual. Thank God!!!!. I’m not playing any game now. I’m not tied to any Pole. I’m not in any old, dusty, abandoned, cobwebbed room. I got up and sat straight. My heart was still beating heavily. I saw my computer table. Two New DVDs of ‘S.A.W’ movie were lying on the table My sister was looking at me like some comedy happening in front of her. I saw my hand. Something was written in it. My eyes opened wide. I read thru the lines It read.

LOOSU GET UP…LOOSU GET UP

My sister has scribbled it. I smiled. I looked out of the window pane. It was slightly drizzling. But the nightmare has driven all my sleepiness in air. I had watched the movie last night till 12:00. That’s the effect. I got down the bed and proceeded towards the bathroom with my toothbrush. Mom gave a cup of Coffee. I was sipping it slowly thinking about the dream I had just few minutes before. My sister came near me with her cup of coffee and asked

“What game were you talking about when I was scribbling in your hand Anna?”

“I didn’t talk anything about any game?. Gone mad uh?” I said

“No Anna. You were blabbering when you are asleep” she was giggling. I realized that, I was shouting really. I was somniloquing (Talking when sleeping)

“Oh you are asking about that? Actually, you see……in my dream, I wanted to play NFS, but my friend was asking me to play Age of Empires. I was telling him I don’t want to play that game. OK…OK go and get me my wallet and umbrella. I’ll go and get the newspapers.” I said and started my morning walk.

I was still thinking about…..what’s her name?…errr…the girl in..whats the color of her dress??…blue?…no no it must be red I suppose. I was walking alone in the streets. Nobody was awake. I could see the stray dog awake under the car shed. I could smell the fragrance of the wet mud and the nice smell of the Poori Masala which was being prepared in the Fast Food nearby….

PING PONG. Message Alert !!! I took my cell out and opened the unread message. It read….

“Each day I meet

Someone New,

But Nvr find another

Person like u,

The world is full of people it true…

Yet no one ever equals U…

Gud Mrng :)”


The Message seemedso familiar!!!

Smile Please :)

Wikipedia explains about SMILE as below !

In physiology, a Smile is a facial expression formed by flexing those muscles most notably near both ends of the mouth. The smile can also be found around the eyes (See ‘Duchenne smile’ below). Among humans, it is customarily an expression denoting pleasure, happiness, or amusement, but can also be an involuntary expression of anxiety, in which case it can be known as a grimace. There is much evidence that smiling is a normal reaction to certain stimuli as it occurs regardless of culture. Happiness is most often the motivating cause of a smile. Among animals, the exposure of teeth, which may bear a resemblance to a smile, is often used as a threat or warning display – known as a snarl – or a sign of submission. In chimpanzees, it can also be a sign of fear. The study of smiles is a part of gelotology, psychology, and linguistics, comprising various theories of affect, humor, and laughter.

We have known famous smiles including Mona Lisa’s. When somebody smiles, it is just a Smile, but when a cute girl smiles, it is not just a smile, but it is The Smile !!!!

Smiling is not jut a facial expression, it is the expression form heart to convey Happiness, Friendship, Love, Affection and lot more of unsaid words.

Lemme present you all with a cute Smile here below.

Take it.

Have it.

Enjoy it.

Love it.

Admire it.

Treasure it.

But please do Smile back, not for me but for ur own good health.

Spread SMILE 🙂

SMILE

SMILE

Are you smiling now?????

Thats Good 🙂