I get paranoid with a lot of things around…. paranoid to the extent of actually hallucinating stuff that flags off acute bouts of unjustified depression. I’ll brood, I’ll sulk, I’ll cry’ I’ll complain without any reason and inevitably end up wasting an entire day doing nothing. These pet peeves of mine that often turn into nightmares are silly, ridiculous, baseless, and just an extension of a distressed sanity in me. Some of them are…. 1. I flinch whenever I see women dressed in cotton, starch died, floral printed sarees with colourful rubber bands holding up their hair and irritating pitiably dressed children tucking at their pallu’s. I start wincing instantly at the thought that may be 10 years down the line I’ll be clothed in the same way stranded with similar children and identically awful rubber bands and equally bad floral printed sarees, if I don’t make a good career now. Frantic promises of studying hard from that day itself is made instantly….and then solemnly forgotten once the surrounding changes. :P 2. The very sight of an ice-cream makes me feel as if my waistline has increased by 5 inches. Even in the sweltering heat of May or June I’d rather die of heat stroke than see my self struggle to wear my “S” sized tops and flaunt a protruding paunch to compliment the attire. 3. No matter how many gallons of sunscreen I put on every inch of the exposed parts of my body, that sinking feeling, whenever I step out into the sun, of getting tanned never subsides. I know P gets very irritated with my constant whining about the sun and subsequent suntan but I just can’t help it. It has somehow got ingrained into my mental make up, that even 5 mints into the sun can actually burn out my skin cells, darkening my complexion by 10 shades right away. Sigh!!! 4. I hate planning things and getting excited over those imaginary plans, as then they always get cancelled. I fear hoping for good things because almost always the wishes are slaughtered mercilessly. I have actually learned that hoping for something to happen is a bad omen, and with time the superstition is just getting stronger. Double sigh!!! 5. A relatively new aversion of mine is with street food. I have learned recently that eating roadside phuchkas and chaats makes the skin oily and can favor the growth of pimples. Well, I haven’t touched street food since months but the thought of my face riddled with cherry coloured, ugly, stubborn pimples never leaves me at rest even today. Triple sigh!!! Well…there are more…but I’ll let it be for now… Poela Boisakh was boring....din't even have malpoas this year.... *sobs*...ma's getting lazy...*more sobs*