These days, actually these weeks which have turned into months have been pretty chaotic. And I know chaotic isn't a delightful choice of wording any longer thanks to Britney and Kevin. But since I graduated high school last summer, i've slowly but surely been metamorphosizing into a gypsyesque condition.
The state of which involves the paranormal, the stars, and a whole lotta traveling. I can't seem to stay put (my mom or shall I say the Greek Goddess as she was titled in college and trust me wen I say that pleased her immensely). Calls this state of my predicament the "Rahu Return".
Don't ask me what that is. For "yours is not to question why, yours is but to do and die".

Well I know you guys may find this quite odd and even boring, but hey we all need to feed our egos.
But not to despair when I become a celebrity you will feel some solace in expending your mundane existence on my blogs which you all so desperately desire.

Though this is a not a free astrology lesson. And if questions arise you will be charged. But since my mother, as great as she is, feels pity in indulging your dodo mind. Therefore we will tell you wat this "rahu return" is:
Every 19 years or so, the shadow planet Rahu returns back to its natal position in your birth chart and takes you on a real rollercoaster ride with most significant events taking you by storm. Depending on where is Rahu is positioned the effect can be exhilarating or traumatic; but the most important point is that YOU CAN DO NOTHING ABT IT HO!
But my mom told me to enjoy the ride if I were to survive this episode of rahu return.And you thought Saturn was the bad guy!

Now to get back to the point on why I wrote this freakin blog.

Jan 31st we defied our ATM (the supposed man of the house-which will be discussed in a later blog. Stay tuned.) And we bought 2 tickets to New Delhi, India our motherland. Right where was I, the JOURNEY. Who should the ditched ATM blame Rahu or the Goddesses?
(You guys are still WHAT THE?)

BUT I assure you just as how much we insult you is out of your hands, so is our destiny- on where we go, what we do, and how many lotteries we don't win.

Ok now catch up ppl, change of topic.

STRANGE. MYSTERY. WICCA. RUNES Fusa oooooooooooooo Fusa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
These days, me the chela of my mother the guru have come to a consensus of the conclusion on the not only theory but fact of that we are GODDESSES. That can mean we are on the path of one, or she is the one who is directing us, or most likely that unlike you all we are just special.
And along with this declaration of realization we are witches, oracles, and sacred temples of the goddess mother. Hmmm how is it like not being any of these? I would just fall into clinical depression even conceiving such an idea. You are all brave.

Now GET YOUR TISSUE BOXES as this is the conclusion, don't feel too bad, but sad enough to come back for our amusement.

This was our first blog. You are all blessed.

There will be more, the more you kiss ass.

And just to keep you hooked even more than we have! We will have lessons on how to be cool like us, but only little ones coz we're cheap.

Now what do these lessons include:

Life-life sucks.

Astrology-the study of constellations, signs, and planets to explode your mind.

Wicca- How to make the 4 elements your pets. [Not the 5th akashic element coz it's a moon away]

(You are all still whhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt)

Hinduism-We Bitchslap Everything else.

Men-obsolete.

Marriage-Always a last resort. Only Dodo ATMs and good daddies combos.

BITCHES- Join the club.

*And the days we're bored of us. We'll write about what you guys are really interested in:

What's my favorite ice cream flavor?

When is my reality tv show airing?

My address, coz you want to send me gifts.

HOt guys that I have and you don't. And more importantly how to rule them.

How to let me bitchslap your anti-bitchy tendencies.

OK Bored.

You think abt it and you tell me, and before I even look at them, I'll delete those msgs just to show how much I appreciate you guys.

But seriously, we now have a relationship.
I'm the witchy princess, and you're my magic mirror which only says what I want because I carry a hammer.
Got it? Gr8. Any Qs? Just msg me.

Until next time, be prepared to lick your wounds, as I'll be bringing salt.

Signing off,

Bhairavi

Aurevoir Losers!