Why I'm Going to Miss True Blood Forever

• Things are way more messed up in Bontemps as they are in the world we experience. Imagine a vampire's face appearing at the window in the dark when you're about to get into bed. Or being confronted with a werewolf when you're going for a pee in the bushes during a nightly stroll. It makes us realize how safe we truly are, away from supernatural elements...with no one to fear but ourselves, other human beings and the rest of the animal kingdom.

• It's comforting in a twisted way to know that the characters of the television series suffer way more than we do, until their imminent deaths. It makes suffering and misery seem really cool. It's as though the more problematic your life is, the more you can relate to the lives of the main characters.

• It glamorizes Death. Some of people's worst fears are always connected with Death such as the fear of heights, dolls or clowns. Heights aren't what really scare us; it's the fact that jumping all that distance may be leading us to the ultimate end. People may not think about their lives eventually coming to an end, but its the most deep seated fear in all of us. No matter how tired and bored of living we may seem, we do value our lives highly.

• The vampires just don't give a damn about anything. Speak their minds without thinking twice, go about murdering people like roaches, shag anything that moves and hurl about torrents of verbal abuse, despite the fact that they aren't really immortal and can cease to exist with a wooden stake through their hearts. That seems to really highlight the aphorism 'Carpe diem' and kick us out of the rut we've stuck ourselves in by being too cautious. You're just going to die in the end anyway. No one wins, no one loses. Not even an amoeba.

• Alcide, Jason, Eric and Sam happen to be my most interesting fictional crushes ever. So much alpha masculine power packed into one TV show. Sigh.

• You're either bad or good. No sugar icing bullshit. It's one of the two extremes. There are hardly any characters who merge in with the background and remain neutral or undivided between the two extremes. Every character seems to have a dark side to them that is exposed eventually. You tend to admire them for who they are, no matter how diabolically calculating they may seem. Not even gentlemanly Bill can seem angelic for very long.

• And last of all, there won't be anything worthwhile to look forward to on TV on a Sunday. No more squishy vampire guts, needless violence, graphic adult scenes or emotional drama to stir you out of your lazy weekend slumber.

The Beauty of Venus in Scorpio

Venus in Scorpio females tend to have that mysterious allure that draws people towards or away from them. They look exceptional in clothing that is black or white which are colors symbolizing  purity and regeneration, words often associated with the sign of Scorpio. Women with this placement in their natal charts, have suffered more than their share of love woes. They get naturally paranoid, suspicious and possessive about the people they deeply care for. They tend to have an understated elegance about them, rarely revealing much of  skin, but seducing all the same. They don't take love affairs lightly and may fluctuate between the two extremes of complete loyalty in marriage or absolute abstinence, usually ending up as women of the cloth. Below is a visual guide to take you through the rich depth and dark beauty of women born under a Scorpio venus.

Carly Rae Jepsen
 

Jennifer Connelly

Chiaki Kuriyama

Beatrice Dalle

Vinona Ryder

Smita Patil

Lena Katina

Mariana Klaveno

Carrie Otis

Sophie Marceau

Jennifer Ulrich

Zoey Deutch

INDIANS: The Bills, Elle Drivers, O-Ren Ishiis, Budds and Vernitas of my life

Most of my early torturers were Indians; they bullied me mercilessly for just looking cute as a kid while they'd strut about with the stench of coconut oil and pickles on them. They would pinch my cheeks with their filthy nails, punch me across the floor just because I looked at them and even slap me for turning up in the wrong class.
Those days aren't behind me however, since I've had the misfortune of meeting an aunty from Mumbai and like most bombayites, throws attitude around like she's sprinkling holy water and lets her tongue run faster than her legs can. She uses me the first couple of days to take snaps of her so as to glorify her grotesque features and then ditches me for a more 'sophisticated' tribe of hindi-speaking holy water-sprinklers. She hardly ever talks to me anymore but puts me down, forgetting how pathetically she'd beg for information about the simplest things when she'd just arrived at the new place. The next case study is the guy who lives right next door to me. The funk knows I can't stand his whistling at 2am in the morning, but continues doing so. He sticks his head out into the freezing cold knowing full well that it'll cause him a fit of cough later, but it doesn't bother him either. He stares at me intensely nowadays having lost his tongue (perhaps having mistaken it for bacon) and looks at me like a complete stranger. He prefers typing commands into his precious laptop to going sightseeing in a country as uniquely beautiful as Australia. Another example is that of the creepy 30-something hag who looks at my clothes and accessories way more than she does my face and asks me to repeat whatever I say, instead of plucking the gunk out of her ears which would improve her hearing.
Relatives on facebook have begun worrying themselves sick over my health after having ignored my existence for three years. They think it's their version of the Inquisition and are hell-bent on destroying my peace of mind with a flurry of questions regarding business which is none of their concern whatsoever. It wasn't any different in college. Kids would calculate the worth of my clothes and shoes faster than they'd analyze a sample of DNA, and then judge me accordingly. Never had I felt more repulsed by an entire group of people in my life, than I did at that moment. I've totally given up talking about them and it's as though they never existed and were just part of a horrendous nightmare that lasted for three years. The guy I went out for a short while, could barely digest the news that I'd got an offer at a university abroad, assuming me to be the worthless dickhead with a sinus problem that he was. He never could say anything pleasant from then on, always letting a couple of put-downs slip out of his rotten phlegm-filled mouth. I'm just glad that whole episode ended with one horrid date. Dear Almighty, save me from the Indians who threaten to engulf me in their hurricane of pessimism, narrow-mindedness, pickles and stinky oils.

Henri 2, Paw de Deux

Top 5 Hottest Men of True Blood

Eric Northman

'Humans... honestly, Bill. I don't know what you see in them.'

This arrogant, tall and blond vampire viking sure knows how to stand his ground in a supe-dominated world. Death means nothing to him and he can be very menacing when threatened. His innocent small-boy look adds to his charm and makes him irresistible to women, despite a shadow of danger lurking within his gaze. It doesn't matter how many human spines he tears out or how many people he savagely massacres; his innocence, strong sense of loyalty and a cool detached air make it easy for him to lure victims into his blood traps.

Bill Compton

'Sookie, you cannot be frightened of everythin' you don't know in this world.'

Bill seems to be one of the few vampires in the series with a lukewark temperament. He is also one the few who has managed to retain his human compassion, displayed mainly by his over-protectiveness of Sookie Stackhouse. Although he claims to be deeply in love with her, he seems oddly confused with his feelings at times and tends to withdraw himself emotionally in certain situations, ending up feeling guilty for letting her down. This fanger's charm lies in his immense intellectuality and silent brooding....not to forget, his sexy bangs in the first season.

Jason Stackhouse

'Sarah Newlin: You're worse than Judas!
Jason Stackhouse: Why? What'd he do to you?'

Jason's athletic form and innate goodness make up for the fact that his is a total dimwit with zero morals. He's the perfect example of someone who's ruled by an organ besides his brain and the pal lying in his pants seems to be a natural compass that navigates him through most difficulties in  his life and lands him in quite a few as well. Despite this, women take to him thanks to his lost puppy look, spontaneity and masculine bravado.

Sam Merlotte

'It took me this long to realize you suffer a lot longer hidin' something than if you face up to it.'

This dependable bar owner has qualities that most inhabitants of Bon temps lack, such as kindness, tolerance, and unswerving devotion to all his near and dear. He takes matters into his own hands, sacrificing a whole lot for the wellbeing of his friends and often ends up with nothing in the bargain. His numerous heroic feats have garnered love and affection from gorgeous women like Luna Garza and Nicole Wright.


Alcide Herveaux

Sookie Stackhouse: I can't change who I love. Lord knows I've tried.
Alcide Herveaux: Try harder.

Alcide, the hunky  werewolf may seem at first glance, a bad boy who needs to be tamed. But beneath that hairy and short-tempered exterior, hides a big golden heart that can never be unfair and ruthless in any of his dealings. Not only has he helped the ones he loves, but he's also assisted vampires and shapeshifters which is a pretty humbling deal for a proud werewolf who once led a pack of wolves.

Across Enemy Lines

You remind me of regal figures which exude raw power and endless confidence. You are much like a lion, proudly parading the territory it has claimed. You could come off for a french aristocrat with your tender features, cutting remarks and dangerous arrogance. You could be the actor who stars in a life-long series of successes at the box-office and ultimately ends up winning the Liftetime Achievement Award. You are quite like the CEO cum billionaire of a company with an endless number of loyal admirers, wanton lovers and envious rivals. But most importantly, you could be that missing piece of my heart that I seem to have lost but can't recollect when. We simple cannot unite; for fear of hatred and abandon  from our respective families. Families which are as good as non-existent; the kind which wake up only when threats to their pride and security become more profound. Families which make me sick with their needless violence, interference and psychological manipulation. How I wish i could run far away with you to the wilderness and escape this tedious circus of a  life where we are humiliated, abused and laughed down at. We could then live out a fairytale romance worthy of being published as a novel, where you could rightfully claim your title as King of the Jungle and I, as your faithful queen.

Hell's Oven: Quarter of A Passage

It's been a depressing walk through the thick and deadly fog. But I'm finally able to spy the beam of light at the end of my passage through the graveyard. I've battled the withered; but far from weak grasp of the zombies rising out of their graves, the occasional rock and overhanging bats who create chaos the moment they get a sniff of a perspiring or bleeding body. The disgusting half-rotting zombies with degenerating brain cells, mostly being relatives, 'friends', professors, classmates and complete strangers. The rock stands for challenges that life has thrown across my path; making me trip and lose my balance, disoriented but stronger than ever. The troublesome bats represent Love that has come to me in the form of pets, boys and men; who are present long enough to cause an uproar and disappear the instant they find someone better than me. Despite all these challenges, I've held onto all that which is precious to me and been able to preserve my integrity and pride. I have only six more months to wait out, before I can experience and feel the entire glow of the Guiding Star on my skin. Six months more to come back to what I once was, holding in my hand, the proof needed to prove I'm not much of an idiot after all. Proof that I'm still alive after battling with supernatural forces, hunger as well as wicked mortals. Stephen King could base an entire horror trilogy on these three years of mine; but I'd much rather forget I even lived through them.

Gravity (2013)

I'd gone yesterday on an outing with a friend of mine for lunch as Texas Bar & Restaurant followed by a trip to Inox. Guess which movie we went for? The science fiction thriller with a bit of spirituality injected into it- Gravity. The movie was amazing in 3D and Sandra Bullock had an almost similar role to enact, as in the movie 'Speed' where she co-starred with Keanu Reeves. Gravity was a wee bit depressing though especially when we come to the realization that the handsome and charming Mark Kowalsky (George Clooney) has tragically died in space, thereby, putting an end to his amusing story-telling. Here's the Plot summary,

 Dr. Ryan Stone is a brilliant medical engineer on her first shuttle mission, with veteran astronaut Matt Kowalsky  in command of his last flight before retiring. But on a seemingly routine spacewalk, disaster strikes. The shuttle is destroyed, leaving Stone and Kowalsky completely alone - tethered to nothing but each other and spiraling out into the blackness.

My Poison-Love

There's no hope left for me, especially not where love is concerned. Why can't a single relationship last? If not forever, then why not just for a few months? Are members of the opposite sex so repulsed by commitment, that they are willing to cherish their bachelorhood and freedom at the risk of being lonely, bitter and miserable old men someday? Is this what love has been reduced to? Mere intimacy and goodbyes soon after? Maybe it's just not my time right now, but Time sure isn't waiting for me and may even come to an unexpected end, sometime in the future. I'm beginning to believe that It (Love) doesn't even exist. That it just came about as a concept from literature, theatre and the arts, created by romantic fools such as I, who've stuck their heads permanently into the clouds and never seem to come down to their senses. Fools who refuse to see what's right infront of them and instead take off onto an unfamiliar path which ultimately proves dangerous to them.Well, I resign myself to fate and whatever it has in store for me, even if it means killing myself slowly with the poison that threatened to take my life 7 years ago. Time to continue drudging through this never-ending road of nothingness called 'Life' and prove myself as a source of amusement for the mighty and twisted Creator (whom I'm not even sure,exists).

Prince of The Ball

His pampered-brat facade, which I was unfortunately exposed to, conceals a charming and pleasant side of him which would want to make any girl dance with him and forget the world around her. His calming voice, light laugh and twinkling eyes only serve to highlight a beauty that is unique to him and him alone. He moves on his feet with the grace and agility of a panther and sleeps like one as well; with an eye always alert and on the lookout for any sign of his prey. His touch feels like newly spun silk and he cleverly disguises his possessiveness with a charm which would lead no woman to stray. He commands attention, affection and loyalty; all of which he gives in abundance to those he truly cares about. He has a temper which stays for only a split second before it gives rise to the most radiant smile seen on the face of the planet. He promises neither commitment nor fairytale ending; but every fiber of his body and soul cry out for just that. It is a pity that his beautiful soul yearns to cut short a life of love and merriment by abusing the body it has been gifted, through smoke and poison. But it is only a matter of time before he realizes that he deserves all the love in the world and much more than that.