Excuse me for not wanting to read a book written by someone called Bibhutibhushan Bandopadhyay.

I can't even say it. And I like to be able to pronounce the names of authors whose books I read, so I'll pass.

Bibhutibhushan Bandopadhyay.

It takes half an hour to read the name alone. What kind of a name is it anyway?

Why would you name your child that?

It's worse than MM and DD.

Bibhutibhushan Bandopadhyay.=\

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Makora Baby.

People who read this blog might be aware of how i tend to get slightly obsessive about things. (refer to Desperate Hoodwives post). Anyway, so you must be wondering why I've put the picture of this ET like child on my blog. In case you haven't seen the resemblance yet ( and its UNCANNY.)

This baby, if you can call it that, because I think it's some gross genetic mutation, looks like a MAKORA.

And since I discovered that people might not know what a makora is, it's an ant.

This baby looks like an ant.

Yes, I know you might be thinking I'm evil, but it's really not my fault.

And they call it Pinky.

Pinky the Makora.

And then my mother went bonkers over this child.

I have very, very weird people in my immediate and extended family. Seriously.

I'm putting myself up for adoption.=\

Mother dearest discovered cigarettes .
Either that, or Sneak stole the key to my closet and went through my handbags.
I can't find them.
And it's not the first time.

It's like the calm before a storm. I am so fucked.

He will do one of two things,

He will admit to everything,

Or he'll say he's just not the same,

And you'll begin to wonder why you came.

I heard this song when I'd reached the point in my life where all the words made sense and I could relate to them.

Still can, but it's like a memory now, in the past. Buried and forgotten, in the corner where it's out of sight, like the other memories which hurt when you think about them.

And I'm glad about it.

Because back then I'd forgotten how to feel happy, and I felt my soul dying with everything that was said to me. It sickens me sometimes, how it got so bad and I have no one to blame for it. I was the one who allowed it.

You know how there's rainbows and sunshine after a storm?

Yeah, like that.

These mistakes you made, you'll just make 'em again-

Read My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult last night, and the ending made me cry.

Catharsis.

It might just be added to my list of favourite book. I like Jodi Picoult, she writes commercial bestsellers, but they're not trashy. I don't think they are anyway. They're not Sidney Sheldons, or Danielle Steeles or Mills & Boons romances.

Some of my favourite parts from the book:


"Why are terms of endearment always foods? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. It's not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you."


"Shooting stars are not stars at all. They're just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on, when we see one, is just a trail of debris."


"There are somethings we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it's the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. It's far easier than telling ourselves the truth."


"Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it. There is always another appointment to be met, another bill to pay, another symptom presenting, another uneventful day to be notched onto the wooden wall. We have synchronized our watches, studied our calendars, existed in minutes, and completely forgotten to step back and see what we've accomplished."


"There are stars in the night sky that look brighter than the others, and when you look at them through a telescope you realise you are looking at twins. The two stars rotate around each other, sometimes taking nearly a hundred years to do it. They create so muh gravitational pull there's no room round for anything else. You might see a blue star, for example, and realise only later that it has a white dwarf as a companion- that the first one shines so bright, by the time you notice the second one, it's really too late."


There are obviously more, but I loved these.=)

Lets rearrange,

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage,

Just say that we agree and then never change.

We're all in over our heads and we don't want to know it.

Not yet anyway.