Bangalore is a beautiful city. Its MY boutique city. Especially on sunday afternoons. Its so lazy.. convinces you to give in.. forget the madness of a meaningless life.. and just soak in all the sun.

Its a pity all the expressions I have used until now are not original.. Words always trivialise. Every feeling is mass manufactured. Its just pumped into you so well that you have no choice but to think feel and verbalise the way others have.

Think about it... all our lives are nothing but merely over used cliches.

So, did you have a nice day? :)

F**k Coelho

Joyous Jala is only Jyenagar Jala today. She is watching mass produced Hollywood soppiness and drinking it all in. Its so much easier to feel sorry for oneself when pretty images are constantly hurled at you from the idiot box.

Democratisation of loneliness. Here everybody, now all of you get your own personal little stash of self-pity. Who needs to socialise to feel bad about themselves anymore. You can do it in your own living room or bedroom. Much fun it will be.

People say when you want something, go ahead and work hard for it. It will come to you. Coelho even makes money out of dishing the same drivel.

But the real misfortune is that, I remember having read it.

Of aunties and allergy towards anything synthetic

Jyenagar Jala has an annoying aunt. She comes home ever so often and likes to tell her mother how to live. Jala don't like it. She loves her mummy. Her mummy is round and brown and never does frown. Well, she does, but she look so cute na!!! Makes Jala's sun bleached hair on arms stand up.

Jyenagar jala wants to tell auntie to stuff face with synthetic dupatta. And leave her pretty mommy alone.