Change is NOT good.Pity you only realise that afterwards...

I've proved my last post right by writing this after two months-I am the laziest creature on Earth.
But then, it's my blog, so I rule.
The other day i was looking at an old picture of myself at age 10 or so, and man, was I weird! Not ugly exactly, but well, disturbing.

See what I mean?Glasses all over the place, the half-dead expression, the oversized sweater, all the signs of nerd-ness.....so anyway what i was thinking was, you hear all these horror stories of the nerds (me for instance, back in 4rth grade) getting teased,fetching and carrying and so on, but I was surprisingly spared all that. i mean I had it all- the air of helplessness, the tiny size, and, man, the glasses. prime teasing target, wouldn't you say? but all i got was good natured ribbing about being stuart little,and stuff like that...

i wonder why-maybe i was so immersed in the giant tomes that i never noticed, or maybe kids aren't as cruel as they say, or whatever the reason, but i was actually happy back then. Not giving a damn what I looked like, hanging out in the library and the grounds alike, playing 'sister-sister' and 'chain-chain' and being doodh-bhaath all the time, reading meaning into kites that fell into our school compound as part of our "detective club" ( involving many spine chilling episodes about secret passages out of school and a drug smuggling ring that actually smuggled chalk, but that's for another post)....anyway, i had a helluva lot of real fun back then.
None of the bitching, the make-believe popularity, the who-has-more-friends-and-a-better-boyfriend(s) stuff that's so weirdly important for everyone(not excluding me) nowadays.


I don't look like that picture now, what with contacts and a posh haircut and the typical clothes and outer trappings, and neither do i look like a lost kitten but act as maddeningly brash as the brashest of the gals; (and I still have the same great friends who have changed,sure,but so have I.....) but sometimes i feel that i'm still really the little girl I was, with the sad look and the tentative smile......

nothing really changes, does it?

I'm not Peter Pan after all....

because my birthday's coming up again, on the 11th of August,(i won't be "a sixteen year old girl from Kolkata,India " any more) and I suddenly realised that my blog's turned a year old a month ago. And i've made, like, four posts.
So am i incredibly lazy? do I not have enough time? Is there nothing left to write about? I think I'll go with the laziness theory and make a birthday resolution to post more often.

that's all for today, but you'll soon see more of the new, improved, seventeen year old anasua.and yes, that means i'm not posting till Friday-hey i did say getting over laziness was my birthday resolution!

Superman or Batman?

Recently i read The Tower Of Babel, JLA 02, (after buying it for the immensely low price of rs 35 at a second hand stall,yay) and was confronted with my age old conflict over who's the 'better', superman or batman.and it also made me feel quite uneasy, coz i absolutely sympathised with batman and his machiavellian manipulation (just love alliteration) and i couldn't for the life of me see why the other jla members were making such a fuss about it. In DC's words,:Quis custodiet ipsos custodes (Who watches the watchmen?). And maybe, just maybe, batman guessed wrong when he guessed how superman would vote.the man is an expert at ruining his own life! if youre wondering what i'm talking about and wish i'd shut up about men in tights, then look at the blog title. it's dedicated to humour, and superman.

well, to get back to my conflict, don't get me wrong, superman is and always will be my special favorite, not totally because he was the one who got me into comics and graphic novels, but because he's so completely the quintessental 'hero'.he's just so GOOD. and i don't care if you're thinking, bo-o-o-oring, coz however boring goodness is alleged to be , you can't have enough of it nowadays. in school , i'm known as superman-obsessed-he was the subject of my all india presentation!-but batman messes me up. i love clark- but bruce i can't figure,-or forget.tell me, anyone, what you think. and signing off, here is the one thing i love about each superhero.

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SUPERMAN: EVERYTHING.but specially,the fact that he's the most powerful man on earth, and could do what the supervillains all want to do. take over the world. in a day. but he doesn't. which is why people think he's soft.which is why i think he's worthy of worship.can you even imagine what it takes to resist temptation like that? his whole life is about resisting temptation, even the small ones(eg.not looking at women-actually lois, coz he's faithful- with his xray vision!), just coz he's so good!!

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BATMAN: his mix of strength and vulnerability. his reaction to his tragedy and his intensity.his magnetism. his scars. all women like a fighter who doesn't let his wounds stop him. but i like best that he's a vigilante, not a superhero. you see the difference?....and in his own way, he's just as noble as superman.

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see my dilemma?...

uh oh

i have just done a dumb thing or maybe it's a jonah day- the last two post were posted around july 2005 and due to my immense inertia,they were all i posted-so now i had to republish the blog and the dates are all changed-they're actually from july 2005.

why am i blogging?

Who am I writing this to? Earlier I knew firmly not a living soul would read what I had written in the sacred sanctum of my diary, but I expect I always wrote with somebody in mind. The question is, whom do we write our diaries to? Whom do we have in mind when we cut out a line here; omit some incident ‘too special to share’? The one person we confide in? But I would never dream of letting my best friends see my diary! Maybe I’ll find my ‘soul mate’ when I can show my diary to that person, unedited.
But as for this blog, it’s for all of you (thanks for sticking it out till here, anyway). And if any of you think you might want to try for my hand by asking to see my diary (“can’t be much worse” psychology) then, well, don’t.
Today, when I was telling one of my [hundred] cousin sisters about my new blog, she went several shades of pale [slight exaggeration] and said “How could you tell some weird people all about your life, Ana?”(This particular sister keeps her own diary in a drawer under several layers of underclothing, last year’s history textbook, and sprays cloying perfume over the whole thing-don’t laugh, these are all tried and tested methods of keeping younger brothers away). I told her it was pretty much okay, because no one I knew was ever going to get their hands on my blog address, and that I didn’t really care about people like you [the patient person reading this] whom I’d never meet anyway. But as a parting warning, she asked me, what if some person I was bitching about (which is really the true purpose of a diary) saw that particular entry? Well, I don’t know about that, but anyone who reads this and then comes across something bad about them, please remember, I never meant to say anything like that, it was the heat of the moment, and forgive me (till next time).
Now before any movie starts, you’re kinda introduced to the main characters in it, which is what I’m not gonna do here-coz this is really for me and not you, and I already know my family and friends (duh) and you don’t need to know them. (Though you’ll probably get to know them if you read some more-just like you already know that I have loads of cousins and that one of them is secretive).
I guess I’d better sign off for now, another cousin’s calling me to lend her a book; so long for now!
Anasua (she who has no vice or fault, i.e. perfect).
P.S. you also know I have a huge Indian-style joint family (which is sometimes weird, but I love it anyway!)
P.P.S. you also know I have a propensity for italics, which I have to get rid of, like Anne.
P.P.P.S. why is it PPS and not PSS? Anyone majoring in Latin?
Ana.

A blog dedicated to superman and humour

I’m a sixteen year old girl from Kolkata, India, and I’m starting a blog, this one, for no particular reason.I already have a top-secret diary kept snugly hidden in ……well, an equally top secret place, like 16 year old girls everywhere, so this public-diary thing seems kinda strange at first. I’m also used to the smooth scratching of my pen across blank sheets full of possibilities and the clackety clack of this keypad is not at all the same-what I think, and put down , is so very easy to delete out of existence, that I’m always editing, always revising, always worrying about whether that last line sounded right. But seeing that I’ve already wasted one paragraph whining about the very medium I’m employing to get you to read this, I’d better get down to writing something you’ll want to read.
For those of you who have read the Half Blood Prince recently, and cried (if you’re a girl) or hurt your fist by smashing it against the wall (if you’re a guy), I have a treat –it’s a site called www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com and it has quite a few interesting points on Dumbledore’s death, which appears not to be one at all. Some of the points you might have noticed, but this site is pretty comprehensive, so you might want to print out the pages and wave them at your friends and quite convince yourself in the process-that’s what I did. Seeing my dire predictions actually alive in 12pt. Garamond had kinda shut the door on any optimistic hopes for some time, at least, and this site really stirred the incurable optimist in me. (It’s already wearing off, though.) OH God, I really really hope he does a Gandalf and comes back after all!! Also an interesting question I saw on mugglenet the other day-who would you prefer to have back, Dumbledore, or Sirius? Think about it.
I also wanted to post a link on an outrageous site I saw on the net a few days ago: www.bonsaikitten.com . Check it out and save your splutterings of rage and tell me if you find a way to do anything to get the site off the net.I heard it had been petitioned off, but now it’s back and it’s horrible!!
Now, there are a lot of things I would love to discuss here, but not today, and now that my fingers are getting use to hitting, instead of gently curving around, I’ll probably write more and sooner.
Have fun, --Anasua Chatterjee.