Analyze This V.

Poor blog, Ive neglected you for so many months now! It's ok, I have juicy updates and a nightmare trom this morning to tell you about!

I was told that I had cancer and was going to die in a few days. My mother thought that it would be best for me to have my organs removed, leaving behind only the most vital organ, my heart. Usually this procedure is performed after death, but my mother insisted that I have it taken care of right away. Apparently a surgeon in my dream (or a creative butcher), she cut a long vertical slit along my spinal cord and pulled my back open. One by one, she placed the organs into a jar.

After the procedure, she told me that she wasn't going to suture me back up; I was going to die in a couple days anyway and it would be easier to remove my heart this way. I agreed and went on with my day.

Everything was normal (or as normal as it can be given this situation). However, when I ate my belly region would hurt. My mother explained that it was because I no longer had a pancreas to process food sugars by releasing insulin (yes, I have nerdy thoughts in my dreams). I didn't know if I had a stomach any longer.

After eating, I went to the barber shop. I insisted that I wanted to get my hair relayered so that I would have cute bangs to fall on my forehead when I was in my casket for viewing. As the barber sprayed water onto my dry hair, I had an adverse reaction. My eyes were bleeding from their sockets!

I carefully dabbed my eyes and left the shop without getting my haircut completed. Was it time for me to die? Terrified, I went home to take a shower and wash away the bad thoughts along with pieces of my cut hair. Thoroughly soaping my body went ok, but once I turned on the water to rinse, I started bleeding from every opening. My eyes, my nose, my mouth, my back were all pouring out blood.

My time had come.

Aarz Kiya Hai V

SHARAABI SHAYARI, A COMPILATION:

Sharaab dhard ki dawaa hai,
Peene se koi khiraabi nahin,
Dil ke dhard se peete hai hum,
Vaise tho hum sharaabi nahin.

Nasha hum karte hai, iljaam sharaab ko diya jaata hai.
Iss mein sharaab ka kya kasoor hai?
Kasoor tho unka hai,
Jinka chehra har jaam mein nazar aata hai.

Peene ko peeye ja rehe hai hum,
Jeene ko jiye ja rehe hai hum.
Koi ah kar bitaye ga mere mehboob ko.
Kabhi jeene ki vaja thay vo.
Aaj peeye ja rehe hai,
Vaja bhi vo, saja bhi vo.

Daddy Dearest.

The gated parking lot of my apartment complex has had a couple of break-ins over the past week. Every time I go to my car I have my pepper spray aimed and ready to fire. I seriously hope no one will walk across my path and startle me becuase I know I'll spray them down without thinking twice.

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Anyway, as I walked to my car today, I saw shards of glass all around my tires and a blade close-by. As par usual, I immediately freaked out and inspected my car closely for broken windows or slashed tires. I found nothing, so I swept away all the glass and drove on home to San Jose.

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As soon as I got home, I told my dad the entire story to explain why I was late. I tossed a load of laundry into the washer and proceeded to the couch to take a nap. In the middle of my nap, my dad exclaimed, "REENA! DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CAR?!?!" I lept off the couch and ran out the door. I looked in the direction that my dad was pointing expecting only the worst.

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"Wash me Ms. Rani" was written in the dust that had accumulated on my car. "You woke me up for that?" My dad, still smirking, told me that a car this dirty was definitely worse than a broken window or two. HAHA. I'm still shocked becuase anyone that knows my dad knows that he's a no-nonsense kind of guy. This is quite possibly the only prank that he's pulled on me in the 23 years of my life.

C is for Comfort.

Over time I've realized that a lot of food I turn to for comfort starts with the letter "C."

1. Chalupas
2. Chocolate
3. Cheese
4. Cookies
5. Caramel
6. Crackers w/goat cheese
7. Crown & Coke (at some point)
8. Chips and dip (the dip must have #9)
9. sour Cream
10. ice Cream
11. potatos w/ Chives

(ok, so I'm kind of cheating with the last 3 on my list)

...I swear there was a lot more in my head, I'll have to add to this list later. :)

Miraculous Meditation.

Lately, my pulse has been pretty high. 103 resting heart rate. Since it has been raining outside I haven't had much of a chance to run the track for regular exercise, I thought of an alternate way to try to calm my nerves and rapid heartbeat. Meditation.

I found a very beautiful video called Zen Garden by Kokin Gumi. Absolutely amazing. I turned out the lights, sat in a meditation position, and listened to it all the way through focusing on nothing but my breathing. Heart rate after: 80.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWvS9llbSJ0&feature=channel_page

Fuck Vday.

Mohabbat ke zamane guzar ghey janaab,
Aab chotey motey pyar se kaam chalalein ghey aap?

Some Updates.

Aww... I have been neglecting my poor blog. Well I was home and internetless and my life has been pretty uneventful. Here are the updates.
Nightmare updates:
I was driving on the roads of San Jose about to get onto the 880N freeway entrance but I missed it. The roads were completely empty, given that it was the middle of the night, so I decided to do a 180 degree turn ("bust a bitch") in the direction of oncoming traffic and get onto 880N. Suddenly there was a HUGE truck coming in my direction and we collided. I experienced "death" in my dream. After the collision, I saw a white light, felt like I was falling down an endless tunnel, and then was overcome with a feeling of suffocation. I woke up from this dream and it was 4am. Freaky. (Indian Superstition: Any dream that you have around 4am -- "Amrit Vela" -- has some element of truth in it.)

Another Dream this week:
I was on a roadtrip with Dr. Chase from the show House. Shit, I know I watch too much of this show if the characters are showing up on my dreams. But God, he's soooooo dreamy! and yes, he had his Aussie accent in my dream. But it sucked cuz he hooked up with one of my friends who was also on the roadtrip. Saddening.

I've had the song Hot and Cold by Katy Perry on my mind for the past couple days. These lyrics are the catchiest:
Someone call a Doctor
Got a case of Love Bipolar
Stuck on a rollercoaster
Can't get off this ride!

Valentine's Day is only 5 days away. It was interesting when I found out that St. Valentine was an actual person who lived in Ancient Rome. He was a Christian healer and tried to help a blind girl see again. Some people didn't believe in his healing abilities, and threw him in jail for life for tricking the public. Before he died he received a card from the girl who had her vision restored that read, "To My Dear Valentine." Since then Valentine was a term given to a friend/lover/dear one. :) Cute story, right?