Tagged!

I have been tagged by Sagaro...so, here goes...

7 things that I plan to( rather, I will) do:

*Win the Nobel prize in Physics and Literature! ( Ya right!)
*Travel all around the world
*Learn to play a musical instrument
*Give up being short tempered and sensitive
*Get admission into Princeton as well as all the IIMs and go crazy choosing!
*Learn to drive the car
*Publish my book of poems

7 things that I can do:

*Write/talk on any topic under the sun, or even above it!
*Drive people crazy with my "Why is this universe created?" fundaes and theories
*Read any number of books(strictly non-college stuff) endlessly
*Dance decently( atleast, i think so!)
*Motivate people and organize things
*Wear bright skirts and funky accessories
*Eat any amount of chocolate ( Who wants to fall in love? I wanna fall in chocolate ! ;-) )

7 things that I can't do:

*Stop wearing bright colours, however much my friends rag me
*Watch TV for more than half an hour
*Get up later than 7 AM however hard I try
*Study something sans understanding
*Watch a horror movie without closing my eyes and muting the volume!
*Tolerate Male chauvenism
*Cross a road alone

7 Words I use most Often:

*Cool
*Super Cool
*Hmmmm...
*Duh
*Ya right!
*Watever
*Tadaaaaa

7 blogs(untagged ones) that I wish to tag:

*Gauky
*Aditya
*Rampee
*Abhishek
*Songi
*Nirmal
*Juju

Ok folks...You are tagged. You have to put up a similar post, where u can tag seven more people...
(Failing which, the Hairy Scary monster will get u!!! Be Warned!)

Horrorscopes?!

The spotless-white dhoti clad elderly man sat cross legged in front of a low wooden desk. He was immersed in a document with complicated charts and diagrams. His viboothi-smeared forehead creased in immense concentration. His twitching fingers and lips revealed the abstruse calculations that his neural networks were engaged in. After what seemed like eternity he let out a deep sigh, folded the paper and shook his head. In an ominous tone he said " Illa ma, neram rombha mosama iruku"( I'm sorry madam, the "time" is really bad)

The gravity of his words were revealed clearly in the panic-stricken face of the woman seated across him. He continued," Aana oru vazhi iruku. Naan solaratha apdiye seiyanum"( But, there is a way out. You have to do exactly as I say. He goes on to elaborate the complex list of rituals that should be done to escape from the "clutches of time" and the "evil influence of Saturn" . The lady, eyes widened in an attempt to grasp all that he says, nods feverishly...

You can find them everywhere-in all shapes,sizes and colours;from the kili josiyam on Radio mirchi to the reputed honchos sitting in palatial mansions-they all claim to forsee your future. Why this fascination to learn about one's future? I think it stems from man's inherent desire to know all that is hidden.

Astrology, they say is a Science, a divine science. Your time and date of birth determines your horoscope, which is the precise location of the various planets at that instant. This is enough to chart out your entire life. Some others claim that the lines on your palm reveal everything about you and your future. Hold your breath, there is still more to come...Tarot, Divination, Runes, Aura reading; each a field unto itself declared by their loyalists that it is the most accurate ever!

Well, I'm really befuddled. Is there even a grain of truth in what these people claim? It terrifies me to think that these obscure planets, millions of light years away in the cosmos can influence and decide the way I think and live. It terrifies met to come to terms with the fact that my life has been pre-determined and that I'm, just acting out my role. Please let it not be so...

All that I can say now is- I thank my lucky stars ,I dont believe in astrology; make that asstrology!...