law school and its mysteries...

i thought the worst question in the world was - "why do you want to study law?".
and i also thought that i am done with this question after one semester in law school.
and yes i definitely am
but now, arose another question...
a worse one... much worse...
"are you related to Bipasha Basu?"
and if anybody wants to know why this is worse...then obviously they haven't seen me...
disclaimer: the title has nothing to do with the post. it was just a whim. a mere fancy.

here i go again

people reading my blog are sure to think that i am some psychotic female who has an obsession for foreigners eating in indian restaurants...and i must admit it has become quite a past time...
today i saw three men eating naan and kababs...it reminded me of the last time i had chicken tetrazzini with dinner rolls...and i laughed( u may not find it funny). i laughed all the same.

A Fairytale Ending...

fairytales never failed to leave an impression on my mind and i think i can safely generalise it for everyone who has been introduced to this magic very early on. the one most striking and one can say symbolic aspect of fairytales is the ending- "...and so they lived happily ever after". often accused of running away from reality ( which i must admit is true), as i tried one last time to think of an excuse, a defence, an argument in my favour...i hit jackpot- fairytales...that was the reason of all my woes. i read to much, i read to many...i wept with the ugly duckling, i flew on the flying trunk, i lost my dainty glass slipper, i pushed the witch into the oven, i ate the 'porridge that was just right', i bit the poisoned apple and i pricked my finger and finally i fell asleep...for a 100 years (or so i'd like to believe) but whatever be the case i always lived happily ever after.
A fairytale ending is not an ending nemore but merely a beginning for everyone...it is a vision, an utopian illusion with which we start our journey and over time rationality starts to take over, practicality interferes and pragmatism disillusions...
Call me a loser, an escapist, a foolish romantic, a fantasist, a lethargic arse...but i shall continue to live ever so happily ever after...