You may say.

I made that graphiti for JT,the hippie.
I feel awesome now.
: )

I have a feeling you'll be famous in 17 years.

I don't remember the exact date.
But somewhere in the last month I went with Jo,Ray,Saago to Juhu Beach.
To click photographs for my portfolio.
After around five years I went to Juhu and it was pretty.

Past my old school,Maneckji Cooper,that still looks the same with all the tall, high pitched girls and the short,low pitched boys with their pants drooping.

Past that building poster that said "Smart has the brains.Stupid has the balls."

The beach is so much cleaner now.
I didn't see the dancing monkeys this time,so yeah.

I'm uninspired right now,and you can probably make that out from the writing so you know what,I'll show you.
Some pictures.



Not desi Daaru please.
Kala khatta.
And my face.




His cart is awesome na.
The typical worn out ice cream cart.




Bunch of silly kids.
Who were taller than me.
>.<




See the lines on her face.
That's her story.




I know what you'll say.
Awwww.
>.>





Oh these guys.
They thought we were professional photographers.
And they were struggling actors I think.
"Plis put our photo on the paper,front page plis."
:)



The Amir Rajkot Brand.
Ekdum super.



The good looking Corn waala.




I love these things.Whatever they are.





Two kids with booger.

Chindi no more.

Dear fellow blogger,

The URL of this blog will be changed in some time (yes,again) due to some personal glitches(ahem).
So if you still want to read further,please send me a mail on my id:

goatie_chopsticks91@yahoo.co.in

and I'll send you the new url.

And please,no hate mail.

Cheers,
Artemisia D.

The elephant on my sofa.

And they ask me why I am addicted to the internet.
Facebook to be precise.
They ask me why I am always online.
They ask me what I do there,especially now that it has become so monotonous.
The answer lies in the way I begin each day.



5:30 am: The lights are switched on.I squint and see what the hell just happened and hear my sister screaming.She's changing.I prop the pillow on my head and sleep.

8:00 am: I wake up.The lights are still on.The silence is weird.I walk up to the living room,then the kitchen.No one there.
I try and shrug it off.
Millions of children wake up to an empty house.
What's new right?

8:15 am: I take out the Muesli aimlessly.I sit down and eat.

I don't know when it is exactly that it strikes me,but there is a point when all I want is someone to look at me.
Know for a fact that I am still alive.
Maybe an elephant sitting with me on the sofa.
Or even a hampster.
Its too early to call any of my friends.
Too early to message.

8:25 am: I go online.I chat.I blog.I comment.I feel human again.Someone 500 miles away asks me how I am.I tell him everything.The room doesn't feel empty anymore.

And they ask me why I am addicted to the internet.

I don't know if this is called loneliness.
I don't want to call it that.
I have friends.Family.People.Animals.
I cannot call it hollowness either,because it sounds too poetic.As though it is a figment of my imagination.
It is physical.
And I can feel its presence.
As though I am talking about all this only to gain sympathy from strangers.

I cannot call it emptyness too.
Because I know for a fact I am made up of a lot.

People say that the internet is making an anti-social out of me.
I know for a fact,they are probably right.
They say that it is so addictive,almost a tech drug.
But there is a reason for it.

And the reason goes deep into human psychology and the basic urge of every human.
I wake up,along with millions of other kids to an empty house.
If I could,I would tell you how amazingly,startlingly shallow your life feels in that one moment that you realise that your father has left for office,you mother has left for her work and your sister is at school and you are all alone.




And they ask me why I am an internet addict.

Can
they
not
see,

how supremely..

fulfilling....
typing out my life...

to a complete stranger...

...is?

The addiction vs the loneliness.
One of the two will kill me first.




Which one will it be?
That is the question.






















This post is dedicated to all those people who are found online at 8:30 am.
And to the millions who wake up to the sound of silence.
And eat their muesli without an elephant on the sofa watching them.