Mission Big Black Bag

I'm not a star at Home Ec. and that's a well known fact :) But I've wanted a big, black bag for a really long time now and though I knew how to make it, I hadn't done it yet.. Today at around 2pm, I suddenly wanted to make that bag and once I decide I want something bad enough, I waste no time in getting it.. So, here's how the bag was made.. in just 6 hours.. Beat that :)

The fabric is cut and ready to be stitched.

The first stitches..

The strap goes on next..

Voila.. My very own big black bag :)

The bag in action ;)

Unfortunately, the ancient VGA camera on my cell phone doesn't do the bag justice.. sigh..

There are so many kinds of together

But only one kind of alone

Together when your tiny hand grabs mom's huge finger

But you come into the world alone

Together when you share a joy with a friend

But then you go home alone

Together when you kiss the love of your life

But in your thoughts you are alone

Together with the people who have come to mourn you

But six feet deep, alone

There are so many kinds of together

But only one kind of alone

Convocation blues

So I'm finally and officially a postgrad but where's the excitement, the satisfaction? MIA!!

I might have been happier if I'd got good pictures of the 'much anticipated event'.. On the previous day of the event there was a row with my parents about the camera, with them accusing me of not having reminded them to get film for the camera (yes, we still own a stone age camera that needs film while everyone else I know has gone digital) and with me accusing them of having forgotten my reminder.. all of which was unnecessary coz there was plenty of time the next day to get film and I was gonna go get it myself the next day.. But parents will be parents.. they will get anxious and flustered and worried and then blame you for being the cause of it all..

What was the result of it all was that dad went off in a huff and must have got the film loaded in a big hurry at the shop and the film was not loaded properly.. So I never got any candids.. All I have are the stuffy pictures we had taken in a studio and I look absolutely horrible in them..

Things never seem to go right just when you want them to..

The Purge

I feel that writing dark poems purges suicidal urges.. Hey, that rhymes.. :)

Suicide

I wish I could slash my wrist

Give the knife a savage twist

Watch it ooze, the crimson gore

Have it flow right on to the floor

Grow more dizzy by the second

Weak and cold, dazed and sickened

Close my eyes, sink into oblivion deep

And wait for that blessed eternal sleep

Loneliness and Teenage Crush!

For some reason, writing about the Convocation reminded me of my school days and the very first poems I remember writing.. way back in high school.. They were my very first contributions to the school magazine too and it was such a proud moment for me when they were published.. :)

Loneliness is a blessing in disguise

For it soothes the troubled and makes one wise

Just like a heady wine, too much is too bad

When the right dosage is taken, it isn't half as bad.

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Labelled as 'love' by the experienced

but named 'crush' by the wise,

This infatuation in high schools

is a fairly common sight,

They know not how it happens,

but it ends in despair;

For often it is a one-sided affair.

But the moments when these poems were conceived were dark moments for me then.. I had a crush on this guy- a really bad crush that lasted three years- who never cared for me.. Oh well, I did get over him eventually but now it feels like a waste of three really important years of my life.. But then it's always easier to see sense after the deed is done, right?

Convocation 2009

My convocation is just a week from today and I'm super excited about it.. I hadn't attended the convocation after B.Sc.. So this is the first time I'll be getting my degree in a graduation gown and cap rather than through the mail.. I began my preparations a week ago.. My sari, the accessories, make up, hairstyle.. the works :) If only I manage to find a job by then, my happiness will be complete (fingers crossed).. But I'm not gonna worry about that.. I'm gonna enjoy my special day completely.. :)

He's back.. We spent the most glorious day together.. And talked about those final few steps we need to take that will lead us to a PhD.. Can't wait to get there :)