Miss Misdemeanor

They say men think about sex more than women. I'm pretty sure today I could've put any man to shame. This is what I was scribbling during a Project Engineering lecture in my company's Learning & Innovation notepad to stay alive, hoping for any sort of a future.

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I don't wanna know what my peak would be like when I'm 30. Perhaps my moral compass, who's needle is already doing some chiggy wiggy, will let in some moisture (!) to destroy it completely. Meh. I just regret not using this much brain for academic purposes.

Chamba Wumba

Home is where the hill is
excavated like burrows in the terraces
winding roads shyly snuck away in the greens
clergy of trees subservient to the slope
they swish in harmony, the ventriloquists that they are
talk and hush in the same sentence
like silent whispers that baffle me
they might have seen me coming.
Your climb is futile
there's much of me to conquer still,
they say.
But they don't know that I win either way
when the heart is where beauty is, at every blind turn.

Shake it, shake it good!

One thing only a handful of people know about me is that before all the singing and acting and writing, I was a dancer in the school Indian Classical/Folk dance team. And though everyone presumes that I'd always be ready to shake my bootay, I don't see how that's happening unless I'm atleast 2 drinks down.

Only when the dijjay is playing such songs am I comfortable dancing:

a) Punjabi songs, being the true blue Delhiite that I am

b) EDM/House music, for I was heavily inspired over the past 2 years by my Bombay friends 

Since I consider the kind of dancing I've done in my school days as "superior" these are the songs I do not dance to under most conditions:

a) Billo Rani

b) Summer of 69

c) Numb by Linkin Park

Cheap, un-danceable and HUH?, respectively.

Last night, while I was taking rest between all the J-Lo type dancing, a random girl came out of nowhere and said to me "I love the way you dance, dance with me!" I was like "Woah baby!" and though I was drained completely, there was something about the proposition that had me up and about! There's no better compliment than a female praising you, serious! Besides, the woman had some legs on her. Hehe. 

No, I'm still not dancing to Billo Rani.