Chumi Lakshmi

'Chumi' coming soon to the airport nearest to you. Dont forget to catch it her.

- i miss writing - i'm bored - i have a thousand and one things to do - there's so much to talk about but nothing seems to be coming right now - i went away for too long - it feels as if i'm intruding into someone else's space here... as if this doesn't belong to me - - - - - i just miss writing

Teacher: Boy 1 can u pls read this sentence? Boy 1: then 'no bath' said bla bla bla Teacher: wat?? who said that? Boy 1: 'no bath' Teacher: Spell it out Boy 1: N-a-b-o-t-h Teacher: and how do you pronounce that?? Boy 1: No Bath! Teacher: wat?? spell it out again Boy 1: N-a-b-o-t-h Boy 2: Here, i have a question... why would his parents name him No bath? doesnt it get embarrassing for him?? Boy 3: maybe he doesnt have a bath at all Teacher: it's not no bath... it's Naboth. His name is Naboth Boy 2: oh.... but it's stil embarrassing. couldnt his parents think of any other names?? they have very limited vocabulary!!

for good or not i dont know... but for now i am back... (Hopefully) i missed writing... A LOT! i might not be a poet, i might not be Arunthathi Roy (her book is still collecting dust in my bookshelf... ), i might not be Robin Cook or Joseph Prince.... but i enjoyed writing.. if u had to go through torture to read it.. ur bad.. ahhahha so much has been happening.. so little time, and absolutely no time for myself.. that's partly y i sort of stopped thinking about this page. sometimes i even completely forget that i used to have a blog and that i used to write quite regularly and i took a lot of effort taking pics and cooking up stories to write. it's been more than 3 months now since i took a pic!!!!!!!! so, where do i start now? rambling? complaining? musing? sharing the good and the bad? i've successfully completed my postgrad, but havent graduated, lost a lot of weight (thats wat other ppl say, but i dont see it at all), have permanent pimple marks on my face (i have no i...

whoever who said that is a genius. we always think about the roses and forget about the thorns. but its always the thorns that bring u back to reality. nothing is perfect in this life. no one comes to you without a knife hidden behind his back. no one is sincere of truthful. sigh... there's no point even talking about it. Life is a bed of roses... enough said!

should i just post pics? or should i force myself to write like how i usually do...? i dont want to stop writing, because i enjoy doing this... sigh...

i've been a way from home for many years now... so it shouldnt be a problem at all for me to move on. thats wat everyone thinks... but its not that way at all i always thought i was d odd one out in a new place. it has always been difficult for me to get used to ppl around me and the new environment. though i can adapt to anything easily... there's always something that's different. i think i've finally mastered d art of getting used to new places, to new ppl, and most importantly, i've realized who i have to listen to. i've found a few good friends now. i dont know if i'll be staying here for long, i dont know if i'll be able to keep in touch with them even after i leave, i dont know i'll be able to do wat i'm supposed to be while i'm here. all i know is that now i have a few good friends... whom i wish i got to know earlier