It's been a long time..

I know. The blog's been dead. I've hardly even visited blogs I read. And there is no excuse that's good enough. And I have a pretty lame one at that. I've just been too occupied. And LAZY.

Diwali came & went. 26/11 came & went. A lot has changed since my last post. A lot left unsaid. Days spent celebrating. Days spent in anguish. Days spent getting rid of emotional baggage. And days spent burning the bridges of yore. A few regrets and a couple of lessons later, I am back.

To tell you, I am going away. For a while. Yes, again. This time on a real vacation to the tropics. By the time I return, you all would have already sung "happy new year.." to your loved ones and friends. ( In a drunken slur, ofcourse!)

But before I leave, here's wishing you all(albeit very early ) a terrific set of holidays. Merry christmas folks! Here's hoping your year begins on a high note. And doesn't go down. :)

P.S. : When I get back, I want to be reading all about your new year resolutions. So get on with it! :P

'Coz I'm No Super(wo)man

Whenever things turn nasty at work or anywhere else, I always turn to music , books or shows I love- to bail me out. So here's the theme track from Scrubs (which I absolutely adore), for ya to enjoy.. and me to bounce around to.

Cry of the afflicted

It's not like I lead an eventful life. Atleast it's not the slightest eventful in the way I would want it to be. The things that do actually happen in my life, I would rather gladly stow away under the rug. Or a huge carpet. Because currently, these things are making a mammoth pile. One, that a simple lil' rug couldn't possibly even adorn as a head-piece, let alone cover up. One, that even the wall-to-wall carpet in my big dining wouldn't be able to conceal. 

So, what does this girl do? Cry hoarse, for one. And amply drown any thoughts of everything away, with a large pizza, topped with extra cheese and doused with enough mayonnaise to slur my brain adequately. Because seriously, I don't want to think about it. It doesn't help. Never has. I know, it's easy to go "hey.. face it, dude..". No,I won't. And no it isn't easy. Or fair. Not in my favour, atleast.

It is extremely painful to look at certain things and then keep wondering why you were the chosen one for all that happened. Wondering ain't the bad part. Not getting the answers is. And I've done enough of it. Wondering, I mean. So, no thank you, this gal would rather settle down with her extra-large-cappuccino for now and readily savour frivolous chic-reads, rather than expend the mindforce on the unnecessary and extremely uncomfortable ravaging of the shreds of sanity she holds onto dearly. 

Brown Eyed Girl

( Van Morrison )

I wish someone would sing this song for me. I wish someone would sing many more songs for me. Anyhoo. . this post isn't meant to talk about my love-life. Or the lack of it. Today, I feel like spilling a few bits about me. ( Ok, I admit, this comes after much coaxing to post something by our very own rebel !) Since it ain't easy to talk about oneself inside out, I'll take the outside in approach.. for now.

I am a 20 something gal. A good way above 20 to call myself young, but a good way below 30 to call myself old. (Yeah, yeah.. 30 is old.) Neither bewilderingly pretty, nor hideously ugly. Above average, with a few extra pounds. I work in the frustrating world of medicine. Still learning the basics. Still wondering, (even after a good 6 yrs of med school) what I am doing here. And still studying and working and trying to get into a good postgrad.

Talking about the real stuff .. who I am, now that's a lil' too hard. I have my quirks. I am a loner, yet gregarious. Yeah, yeah..I love spending time all by myself, but I love being surrounded by people too. I am stubborn and rebellious. I do what I do, when I do, and hate it when anyone questions me about it. Inspite of all that, I would say, I am a simple gal. I love unwinding with a book and umpteen mugs of coffee. Fiction transports me to a world anew. It's my biggest escape vehicle. A good book can make me forget all about my worries, and I like that.

I am a curious person. I was always a curious kid. It could be anything that arouses my interest. Once intrigued, I'll keep hounding after it until my curiosity is satiated. The objects of interest could vary from books to music to science to people. Infact, as of now, I am totally hooked to people. People around me, people in general. What they think and what they do and why. And people are the hardest to fathom.

I have always been enthralled by colors since I was a kid and handed over the mandatory crayons. I loved using them. I still do. Some people around me can't understand my fascination for them. I for one, can't explain it either. It's something that just is. And so, I love splashing them around in as many ways as possible.. from clothes to home accessories to my loyal, though much despised, course books. I must admit, colors make me happy. They give me a light-headedness only a shot or two of vodka-with-lime can match. I still prefer the former. And hence, the pseudonym. Quite elementary, dear Reb! :D

P.S. : I guess this blabbering post will be adequate compensation for the lack of a post in the past 3 weeks, and might even make people resolve never to ask me to write again, for the fear of having to deal with another episode of my verbal diarrhoea. ;)

What's In A Name?

( Face To Face )

Not much. Really. But still I'll humor myself. Now, I gotta tell ya, I'm really jumpy. Not the scared-by-the-sound-of-a-twig-breaking jumpy, but restless, if you please. And sticking to one pen-name, theme, color or blog ain't easy for me. Trust me on this one. You got no choice, anyway.

So. Something I use for the blog name had to be good. Real good. Atleast incredibly good enough to make me keep it for a while. ( Now don't take this lack of sticking up loyally for a name as an indication of me being a commitment-phobe! )

It's not something ingenious, anyway. "Bubble Wrap" may not even ring a bell with most. But search it on wikipedia, anyhow (presuming you have the time to read this post, you got the time for the lil' web jog). Ok, you lazy bum, just click here !

I fell in love with this word after hearing it in a fave song of mine.. Frou Frou's LET GO . And I figured that's what I am trying to do here, in this blog. Atleast I intend to. To shield myself from this reality I have to call my life. I know, I know... I am an escapist. But I would much rather be a happy escapist than a melancholic realist. And right now, even the escapist part works. The happy bit will follow. I hope. *fingers crossed*

And this confession, might have hurtled many curious questions to your forebrain.. "What?" " Why?" ..and the likes.."Ain't I better off writing about all that? " All I can say is, you might know one day. Or you might not. As of now, I am just glad to be able to blabber on about something else. Even something as nonsensical as a blog name. To forget the rest for a while. Before I can start the mammoth task of tackling it. And, lemme remind you, this here is good workout for my listless brain. And for someone who hasn't written in a long time without bursting into tears, it's a step ahead.

In case you were atleast labourious enough to click on the wiki link I so diligently fished out.. you would know now, that popping a bubble wrap is a great stress buster. And what do you know, they have virtual bubblewrap to pop now! Although, if you've ever tried popping 'em in real, you wouldn't like it all that much. Seems like the real world does have one saving grace.

Here I Go Again

( Whitesnake )

OK. So I finally had the conviction to start this tedious process of blogging. Not that I haven't had it before. But follow through is always so restrictive, I usually choke at it and end up dumping the blog. Hopefully it wont happen this time around.. but who knows??

Now that we have cleared this between 'us', I think its best I mention that this new one will probably be a potpourri of sorts.. the theme, obviously being my life. Not that its the most interesting one or the most boring ('coz even that would be a feat).. its the only one I have..duh! But what I am sure of is; it would definitely be an unabashed, honest, tell-it-as-I-feel-it-is one. Cheers!