Now, its pretty obvious that I am very lazy. Obvious from the fact that my first and only (until this one came along) blog post was four months ago . Oh , and also , in my profile I introduce myself as being seventeen but have allowed so much a passage of time since then and now, that I am currently eighteen. YES. Eighteen. . PARTAYYYY!!!!
( I'm Just Joking Nanna, this is a crucial period of my life where only studies are important as they decide my future and will make me who I am. Only studies. No party varty and all. Phish)
* Snigger that couldn't be controlled *
But I apologize (mostly to myself) for being so couch potato types.
And now to the issue at hand. Nail polish. The reason I wanted to write about nail polish is because I currently have , sparkling away , on the fingers of my left hand for all the world , at least those who care , to see - electric blue nail polish. At some point in time , I must retrospect to find out when exactly in my eighteen years of living on this planet , I developed the courage to wear bright blue nail polish but that , is redundant now. ( Redundant is such a funny word , no ? it seems like such a waste to use it when talking about things like appendixes and all )
Why appendix you ask ?
Ill get to that later. For now , my blue fingers deserve attention.
When I was young , I only allowed my mother to put on me , light pink nail polish And as I grew older it was the only sort of nail polish I was comfortable with. Maybe because I felt like its almost invisible and i was going through that phase where i thought being overtly girly was a good enough cause for embarrassment.
I loved it though, it was something to look at in math class or physics , since obviously looking at the board was just not an option - much to the eternal frustration of my teachers And it would just be there, happily applied away , on my fingers , sparkling just a little bit while I moved around the hand...and while i continued to live this way, in my own little ( But much glorified world) Something happened. More specifically...University.
Everywhere I looked , people were determined with their efforts to look good and some hitherto unused part of my tiny mind , woke up, like a boss, and said... "Moron , just try a little."
So , nail polish happened.
And long dangly earrings (My mother almost cried , with joy and immense gratitude to higher powers, when she saw me wear long earrings voluntarily) my grandmother on the other hand, She was so happy that she sent off my grandfather to get me more earrings right away. My friends almost threw a party because as they joyously remarked , "You finally realized you are a girl." Though in hindsight i realized long ago...from when I Learned the difference between the genders and eventually started bathing myself.
What they also don't know , is that the change began in the summer only , because I thought starting college was an exciting enough occasion to go for a change in nail polish or to be a fair to my past, to begin a mature affair with nail polish , so I went for black first. This obviously , was a reflection on my cynicism as a teenager and my nihilistic existentialist tendencies...............
Bazinga!(Sheldon Cooper , I love you!!) It wasn't. I just thought it was the cool thing to do, Not that I care about what is cool or whatever...*sheepish grin*
So then I entered college with black nail polish and found that while I was off thinking that in society's eyes I was becoming more of a girl , colored nail polish- some of which almost screamed to be banned from public view , were the order of the day. But eventually , my will power to survive in college for the first week, that was already running low because of my giant psychology textbook which was more of an assault weapon than any self respecting source of information , just gave way and I got sucked into the whole thing And now have orange nail polish on my toes to prove the point. Also before everyone starts judging the wimpiness behind it all , it was just my first week of college. After that I started liking nail polish.
But I guess that's as far as I'm getting with nail polish. It takes me ages to wear it and then in two days it gets chipped off and simply money keeps going down the drain. One day because of it ill be stranded on the road without money and therefore with no means of transport only...SIGH. But hey , on the brighter side , (Pun intended) I might be wearing a nail polish colour that is bright enough to light up the road home and give me encouragement...you know how they say...Lead kindly light et al.
Oh BTW (This means By The Way , Amma) Lots of people have now taken to actually drawing / painting stuff on their fingers. Tiny stars , dogs, three colors of nail polish on one ( Miniscule ) finger etc....And that is where I absolutely put my (large ) foot down. The deftness of my fingers isn't really a topic that my family takes pride in. There are teachers in Bangalore who are still weeping over my handwriting, (and some probably need professional help to get over it) - Or rather the lack of actual writing and more the illegible scrawling.
Once in twelfth grade , my teacher came up to me with tears in her eyes ( or so I'd like to think ) , and begged me to improve my handwriting before the Board Exam because "You write so well but your handwriting is like abstract art."
Then of course we must make a mention of my painting / drawing abilities... I once tried drawing a rat but apparently it , as I found out later , could be mistaken for a bull by certain individuals of this world whom I have the misfortune of calling my friends ( Just a joke guys , I promise... Its more a tragedy than a misfortune really *cute smiley face to be inserted here* ) and then of course the fact that even my trees which are like the easiest things to draw ever, look like giant twigs holding up cotton... show that using my nail as my canvas is not the best thing for the world to have to deal with right now - plus its already hard enough to look at myself in the mirror in the mornings , imagine being horrified by something you have to see all day long (And in the night when you get up to pee) which reminds me...I should find out if they make glow in the dark nail polish...otherwise I'm constantly tripping on my own feet during the night and so if there was glow in the dark nail polish , at least I can gauge where my limbs are flailing around at.
Therefore I have cracked the mystery of the nail polish. Its something that I just cant keep up with however fast I try and i hereby declare that i leave this nail polish business to those with more creativity and prettier fingers for I give up. Oh well. I guess I can just sit on the pavement with my blue fingers and orange toes and watch as the nail polish world zooms by till baby pink nail polish is once again in vogue and I can laugh at everyone else. (Only to realize im still on blue and orange of course)
That is all. For now. Now and maybe the next four months . Ha-ha (That was a joke by the way. You may now laugh...of course stunned silence (As my friend likes to say) is just as acceptable )
Bye. Cheers. May the nail polish on your toes never fade And Humor continue to give us delight , even in the wake of this crazy , crazy world.
PS : This one is to my friends. I'm sorry. I love you guys. Please read my blog. You are the only ones that do. My mom hasn't let me tell my family about it yet . You can eat my lunch. From my cool blue (and now infamous) box . Pinky Promise.
PPS: About the appendix / appendixes...the reason I mentioned it is because that's when I first heard the word redundant.
"The appendix is a redundant body part " and I thought it was a cool word.
That and psychedelic. So many things in this world are redundant. And irrelevant (another coolish word , I must admit) because I am technically still a teenager and I have the right to be cynical i shall use these words with no regard for the well-being of society. Peace yo.
PPPS: My fingers look good
