Kissing GoodBye..

For the normal eyes, it’s just an old building ,the paint is faded, the doors make noises, the taps leak, the grills have started to rust, the mosaic chips are broken. You can open the maroon gate, enter the building, you reach the hall, maybe the most or atleast one of the most messy places you have ever seen. There would be a lotta books and old newspapers on the teapoy ,the days newspaper with each sheet separated on the couch, teeny weeny things on the window sills. You take the stairway on the left side go up the 16 stairs, turn to the right and you are standing in fronta the room of fantasies, there’s a sticker on the door saying .."Brain is Working,Don’t Disturb"..just a virtual definition,read it as "Mind is Building Castles in Air, Don’t Disturb". Turn the knob and you are in the land of dreams, the messy paradise. There would be a table and a chair on your left. You may need time to find the chair as you see it as a pile of clothes. An almirah on the side, don’t try opening it as the clothes inside may bounce out. The only thing which is okey dokey is the book shelf on the other side, the bottom right corner of the shelf contains materials on ganguly ,the childhood hero(sensing the frown on the readers face). There is a poster of Shah rukh on the wall, never been an SRK fan, still the poster has been there for years as the remembrance of a friend. The ‘Balarama ‘ sticker on the switch board downstairs brings memories from the good old childhood days. This is the place where I have been living for the past 15 years. My home, sweet home. There is no place equivalent to it in the whole universe. The place is so familiar that i can walk around with my eyes closed. But all good things must come to an end. Saw these lines somewhere “Change is the essence of life .Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become.” And its time to surrender. There wont be anymore of star-gazing..all the way staring at the open text book in my room, lying on the couch downstairs..watching tv and falling asleep, taking the keyboard to the bed behind when I feel lazy even to sit, watching the rain from the balcony and running inside when it thunders, climbing the steep stairs to the terrace, eavesdropping on the once in a while chat between amma and susan aunty, going to swapachi’s place to have a little chit chat, returning back because there was a doggy on the way, finally her coming here and picking me up. Gonna miss all those. Gonna miss the doggy who wags its tail even when I run back home seeing it. But its time to kiss everything goodbye and so I am…

ENLIGHTENED!

This is quite different from my usual blogs. ie, not writing for the sake of it or due to friends pressurizing to update or bcoz I think its really long since I posted. My first blog entry which is written on an impulse. The first time I switched on the pc and doing something else before logging in the messenger!
Let me update you on whts happening around. My latest featherbrained concern’s my face. It’s about 2 months since the “tragedy” began! Not gonna babble about those days in detail. In short I’m having some acne problems on my cheek and i am down with all the queries I am getting. People still utter stuff like..hey..you’ve got some problem on your cheek(Yeah,like I dunno…after sittin gloomy about it for 2 months). I had to explain it to a double dozen people and the worst part is I dint even know the cause. Nowadays I just shrug when someone starts asking about it. I am not much of a beauty conscious person..but even strangers started to enquire and their sympathetic stares and condolements made me uncomfortable.Thus I have been sulking about my face for a long time now, keeping my long face even longer. And my stupid friends, instead of giving a whack on my head,were consoling me. Today was no different either. Classes got over at 4 and its quite a walk to the bus stop. Waited till 4 50 for the bus. The usually empty bus was congested today. Cursing myself, whining about how my life sucked, covered in sweat I stood there hoping that the sitting people would get off on the next stop. I was staring at the girl in the seat, envying her cheeks, sulking about mine…asking inside Why God? Why me? She was pleasant and smiled when I sat near her. The girl standing next to me was talking to her. I sensed something weird about their conversation as the girl near me was only mouthing the words. And then seeing her use the sign language I realised that she cant talk. I suddenly felt guilty and uncomfortable. I was ashamed of myself, realized how silly I was acting. I felt sorry for the girl, but realized that she doesn’t need my sympathy. I really wished she would talk one day. Thus here I am today, first sad , then frustrated, then pissed and finally enlightened!
This isn’t a unique incident which cleared my vision. Somedays ago my ma was ill and some crucial tests were done to diagnose the disease. That was one time I realized what the actual worries in life were. The day I knew about it ,I prayed like I’ve never prayed.I realized that nothing matters to me more than her..my life ,my comforts ,my career…NOTHING! Thanks to the Almighty she is safe now. But such incidents helps us to appreciate what we have and to realize how much of a valuable position others occupy in our life.

Posting for the sake of posting!

Series exams this week and so im back to blogging..was watching Swades with CHD notebook on my lap, have seen the movie before in theatre..still it’s the days before the xam afterall…had only DD earlier and I get soo desperate the days before the xams that I used to watch even shaktimaan before my 10th public xam..sigh.
But this is one of the movies I liked. Yeah,I agree that it wasn’t a major hit. Mainly because Ashutosh Gawarikar after Lagaan +SRK, the hype generated was huge! It wasn’t a complete commercial movie …but I would sit through this one a 100 times rather than watch Veer Zara once more. I was dumbfounded when they gave the best actor award to SRK for Veer Zara over Swades. Cmeon, this was one movie where he dint seem like he’s suffering from parkinson’s disease. The movie is too realistic. I was surprised to find out that there are still villages where there is no electricity in India,when I first saw the movie. And was moved by a scene in which a boy sells water for 25 ps. in the railway station. Why do people prefer lovey-dovey stuff over such materiality? k3g is going on in another channel-8-..to tell u the truth ,the only thing I am interested in these type is the costumes and watching the luxorious ambience maybe. The movie(Swades) did better in south I guess. ARR’s music is marvelous (as usual). A review for the movie isn’t what I intended to write..but ended up like this. Maybe I would add a picture too. Back to my “studies”then..Adieu.

T.A.G - Part I

I am no different from anyone who did this tag before-as bored as ever. So all the bored ones in the world,come read this and enlighten your lives by knowing when i yawned last time or blinked my eyes. Going straight to the questionnaire as my fans are awaiting:D

1. Grab the book nearest to you turn to page 18 and find line 4
When India became independent,it was divided into India and Pakistan.
..................from sister's textbook:D.

2. Stretch your arm out as far as possible
.....Done.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Took a glance at the TV while i was having tea. Amooma was watching some mega serial in DD.Thaloolam...or was it saagaram:-?

4. Without looking guess what time it is:
6 pm :-?

5. Now look at the time, what is the actual time?
5.44 pm

6. With the exception of the computer what can you hear?
'Yeh taara woh taara' and some prayer song is playing on the temple near by:)

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Went to swapna chechi's home earlier and spend the afternoon there.

8. Before this survey what did you look at?
The blogger boy's blog:)

9. What are you wearing?
A black n violet mixed salwar kameez.

damn...power went ....would continue after a break!
&**&^%..i cant even copy this thing to save. Thank god..CTRL+ C worked.

Guess who's back after having hot samosa's and a candle light bath ;;) (ya, freebird was right..a bath once in a while feels good). So back to business.

10. Did you dream last night?
Seldom do i remember my dreams. I do day dream 24*7 though!


11. When did you last laugh?
I think i did at swapna chechi's today:-?...else laughed a lot yesterday, watching superman and during the lunch with my friends.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Paint would do???


13. Seen anything weird lately?
I saw Anand yesterday.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
Nice for killing time.

15. What is the last film you saw?
Philadeliphia....nice one:)

16. If you became a multimillionaire what would you buy?
*thinking*.....*still thinking*.....damn..i'm sooo ambitionless...I dont have anything to do with a million...well..had plans to go shopping with my friends...wudve liked to have some 200 bucks for that.

17. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.
Hmmmm...cant find anything...my life is an open book.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I would wanna invent time machine

19. Do you like to dance?
When there's none around,yeah i do:D

20. George Bush.
No comments.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what would you call her?
I like the name 'Nandini' much..I know its quite old fashioned and no,its not a cows name X-(...though I havent decided yet...afterall its my baby's name...have to consider all sides

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what would you call him?
I had thought that i would let'him' name if its a boy....now that you ask me, I would like the name 'Nikhil'. And i wanted a gal ,though every horoscope kinda thing tells me that i would have 2 boys:((


23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Maybe for some time.Not settling there.

24. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
That i get the power to go and visit my beloved ones back in the earth and be with them,invisible maybe.

Now i get to tag all my tag hater friends...beginning with rj(:D),ken,sk,devi,priya.

Adios Teens

Guess who’s getting outta teens and stepping into womanhood. Yeah, you got it right. I turned 20 today. Happy birthday to me!!! Was just taking a backward glance, on my past b’days. Wondering about the changes that occurred in my attitude towards the birthday. Was always excited about the birthday in my childhood(evry kid is..i know:D). when I was a kid, I’ve always wanted to get older and be the role model for younger cousins. You know how the li’l kids look upon their big bro’s n sis with great admiration and follow them everywhere around..i always used to do tht and wanted to grow fast to be on the other side n play the ‘jaada’ elder one. Similar was the case with my teenage as well. Wanted to become ‘sweet seventeen’ from the beginning of the teens itself. But a major part of my teens went uneventful. Not that the left part was blooming with love or something. But then the latter part was blessed with the jubilance of friendship. Think I’ve been quite lucky there. The friends I had were always pretty close ones.
Unlike other birthdays, I’m numb towards this one. Thts coz the pros and cons cancel each other. I am getting outta my teens. The end of another phase in my life. Looking back I wonder if I enjoyed it to the fullest. Ofcourse the answer is no. But then those days would never come back. I’m becoming 20 and remember one of my friends saying that it’s a mile stone in a gal’s life. Now that I think about it , it might be true. It wont be long before that I would’ve to leave this place and my beloved ones and go live in an ambience where everything would be alien to me. Where I wont be able to sleep till sun strikes my face, stay infront of the pc until sun rises, grab whatever eatables you can find and go lie in the couch watching t v, come up with weird ideas of spending( to be read as wasting) time and many more. Some of you might be having the opinion that there wont be much difference after marriage as well. I don’t agree. I am not claiming that the in-laws would be the cruel ones like you see in mega serials. But still none wont be the same as your ma. The other day I had an argument with ma over the topic that ‘shadi ke baad beti parayi ho jaati hai’. And I was soo surprised and pained to learn that she agreed to that statement. I had always thought that whatever comes in life, we would always be their babies. But was shocked to know that by marriage what they mean is that I am losing my place in my family,where I always belonged and lived for some quarter century. She was like you can visit anytime you want and all. But still..that’s not what I want. Sighhh . anyway I am not becoming much sentimental. For better or worse I turned twenty today. And I cant help it either,as time and tide doesn’t wait for me either…
P.S: my bday was 2 days ago. We were having candlelight celebrations everywhere as there was no power supply for the whole town for almost 2 days and hence the delay in posting.

Forbidden fruit tastes more!!!

Now that the exams are over,I am jobless here. Not that while I was having exams I was studying 24*7. But life was soo cool then. I had something to look forward to. This was one exam where I dint find myself yelling..I HATE EXAMS,every night before the exam. But isn’t it amazing that the things you give the least important otherwise, seems so appealing and inviting on those exam days. Like I never had much contact with the tv,since I got the net connection. But the day before my co (one of the most vast subject ive got) exam,I wanted to watch the bakra soo badly. When I was finished with that,then came this really cheesy show and I couldn’t help but watch it. I then concluded that I wasn’t giving tv enough time and that I am craving for those tv shows and even maybe the soap operas and decided to spend a whole lot of time in front of the tv after the exams. And believe me,I did try to sit and watch tv. But I cant find one interesting thing there. But then why blame the poor channels..i cant find one interesting thing in this whole world!!! It’s only the second day of the vaccation and the word BOREDOM has found a whole new meaning. I have tried everything possible..books,net tv,friends..nothing is working! During the exams we never had to search for a topic to talk about…it was a flow. But now feels like there is nothing to talk about. Life is so damn empty and I have got a month more to spend. If I cant even take a month of vacation, then it horrifies to think what I am gonna do after 2 years, after the end of my academic days. Hope I would somehow adapt to the situation. I know exactly that after this one month passes away, I would be dying to get these days back. But I cant help feeling this way. Life’s soo dull :((. I am gonna try out things like visiting some friends place(yeah, they are the one who is gonna suffer...khi khi),going to some movies and stuff…hope it will work or just lookout for the news of this 19 year old angelic charming delicate mademoiselle dying out of extreme boredom and world weariness..sigh!!!
P.S: I had written this post few days back and something came up and dint post then,but the best part is that i 'm still alive..hip hip hurraaayyy!!!

Back in the Summer of '04...

Was listening to the bryan adams song and it suddenly gave me something to blog about.
Me and some gals from school
Had a group and we never tried hard
I did quit and some got married
I always knew we’d never get far
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever(Pheww..)
And if I had the choice
Na - I’d never wanna be there
Those were the worst days of my life !!!
Well..it’s the summer of ‘04 that I am talking about. My +2 days ,which still is a nightmare to me. I was an above average student in my school,atleast in 10th. Something must’ve happened ( I don’t remember what or else I wudve tried tht again) and I got good marks. Then I took this science group for +2 in a government school and joined quite a no of tuition classes. The 1st year seemed to go quite smoothly. The hard knocks came in my +2.After getting my +2 tuition schedule on my mind, by hearting the periodic table was no big deal. My Saturdays in that year went like this.
5 30-7 25 maths
7 30-9 chemistry(since the sirs knew each other ,the second sir was lineant to us and we just needed to get there by 7 35 and so we could have the breakfasts during that time too)
9-2 school
3-5 30 maths
you mustve noticed that there is 2 maths in this and must be wondering why…well..now u ask,I too wonder why. I don’t think I thought about it then..practically ran to each of the classes and sat there mechanically,scribbled down whatever was on the board. By the time a class would be ending, the dads of the students waiting outside would be ready with their foot on the kicker ,ready for the bike race whose finishing point is the next class . seeing the crowd outside the sirs home once an old woman asked my friend ‘who’s the one that died?’. But in my case mostly the transportation was on my own. So I got this tremendous opportunities to have breakfast, lunch and even dinner in auto rickshaws. Waking up early morning..there wasn’t anuthing else that I hated more. For classes at 530,I would wake up at 5 25,take my so called scooter and rush to the class. I would be so sleepy on the way…I even remember losing my shoe on the road and going back to get it. The classes were so packed which reminded me who was already a little bit claustrophobic of the wagon tragedy. The sir used to speak through this mike which added to this theatre effect. Since I believe in this ‘matha pitha gurur daivam’ policy, I am not going into the details of this sir. The school was the funny part..used to visit that institution once or twice in a week(and I know that’s not a credit). But the classes there were even funnier..we had teachers telling us that there are 2 kinds of planets ,artificial planets and natural planets. But there were very few of them,who were sincere in their profession and who gained our respect,like my maths and English teachers. I had friends who had to give more than 5 medical certificates(due to the lack of attendance) to write the public exam.
I remember not staying at home any of those weekends and how I had to beg for a leave at the tuition classes even for my grandfathers death. I used to get home at around 8 30,my poor dad used to wait infront of the classes from the evening itself. Getting home at 8 30,leaving at 5 next morning, u cant blame me for not studying a thing. I don’t remember being home that whole year. All I did at home was..sleep,sleep and sleep. That is one year I dint touch the books ,my worst year in my whole academic life. And I was hopeless in the exams too. But the thing is that I never felt repentance. Even now after each sems exam I always think..’i wish I had studied better during the study leave’. But I never ever felt that way about my +2. if I felt sorry for someone that was for my parents. I am sorry that I dint raise upto their expectations. Even now when I hear someone is in 12th,I suddenly feel sympathetic towards them. I am just happy that those days are outta mu life and that they wont come back everrrrr… and hats off to those people who survived these situations and gained great results!!!
P.S: Nothing is that bad. Even then I had things that I liked about my life. I think this post got too lengthy ,so ill write about them some other time.

Once upon a time...

there lived a poor mute jester in siberia.one day while he was sleeping ,his pet mouse bit him..and he died of plague..and he took this reincarnation to kill the mouse.guess who is that!!!.dont wrry pal..i havent gone crazy yet.I was just reading my friends blog and decided to try what she tried . And lol...look what it turned out to be.

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Mute Jester. Where You Lived: Siberia. How You Died: The Plague.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Ma-the bank where i deposit all my hurts and worries.

That is the exact description for me. Well ..she is right there on the next room shouting at me on how I live inside the pc these days. When I thought about blogging about her,so many things came into mind to write about. But now I cant put the feeling clearly into words. Still I’ll try my best to tell you what she means to me. We all love our mothers..no big deal! I have always had problems expressing my feelings for others. This is just one way of representing my love for her,what she means to me…(in case she reads…amma ,don’t worry I am not gonna ask for a raise in the pocket money:D).
Mine is a working mother. And she stays outta town these days. As she is a bank employee, she never got much holidays. I still remember well, how I loved the days..i still love, when I return from school she would be home. But I can count the no: of such days on my fingers:( . When she was here,everyday I would have a 2 hour chat with her about what all happened in my life that day. She would be damn bored hearing the same things daily. Still she listened. Well ..ours isn’t exactly the filmi ma-beti relation where they are the best friends..still I can tell proudly that I never had a secret from my mom. I never have been pampered much…never remember her kissing or caressing me,even when I was a child. But guess that’s one of the things about being the first child. And maybe that’s why I grew up into this unromantic gal who never can express her love for people( as some of my friends term me). She wouldn’t sit with me with concerned eyes if I have a silly headache. Earlier I used to get sad about these things ,comparing with my friends’s parents and all. But now I am happy that I can manage myself during times of teeny weeny illness or difficulties . She has had harder experiences in life which made her not much of a sentimental woman…a bold one,I would call her. Still she has always been there for me…to listen to my silliest of my problems, and as she waves it off and makes faces at me about how I wasted her time on such a silly issue, all my worries just melt away. Its almost a daily habit these days..to pester her with the most silliest issues you can ever imagine. She would be concerned if she thinks I got really hurt over anything..i remember such times and I was really touched on how she remembered those issues which hurt me ,even after I forgot them.Now she comes home during weekends , the 2 days when my tounge moves faster than a Hayabusa. And don’t think that she listens attentively. She watches tv,cooks,does other household chores , all during the same time and smiles at me and tells me to get myself a cup of water...sigh.
If I ever liked a movie, I would do anything to make her watch it..but she always used to doze off during the first half itself. I would explain to her things from ‘how sourav got chucked outta the team due to backstage plays ‘ to ‘how this new pair evolved in our class’.
She has always been the right person for me to open upto…never felt like..’I wish I hadn’t told her that’ ever. Thanx ma,for being there,for everything. I hope I would be to my children, what you are to me.

Sooo much for..'The End'

Guys..cheer up..i am back…long time since I blogged..have been thinking about it…but u can never ever imagine how lazy I can get(nope yaar,u cant)and made up the excuse of lack of topix..i know its my page and I can even write about how peaceful a sleep I had this noon. So thot of boring you again.
2 days before..
I was watching tv…yeah..since I got the net,I haven’t been much into tv..and was surfing through the channels and the star parivaar came up…and guess what guys…I actually did see an ‘ENDING’ episode of one of those ektha soap opera’s …and I remember seeing the same things first episode too..this is a real once in a life time opportunity…thought my great grand children’s would get to see the last episode..and don’t get the misconception that I am a fan of the soaps..the only thing I notice sometimes is the costumes,or ‘accessories’ as one of my friends term it…and the names are soo damn funny..kehta hai dil kyu hota hai pyaar, kyu chalti hai hawa,kyu hota hai dadkan,kuch tho hai, koi hai…. Kkkkkkk… gimme a break!!!
Well..i was in 10th when this one started…u cant blame me .. even shaktiman seemed appealing during the sslc xams.. I will describe to u wht I saw in this soap here and there during channel swapping in 4 years
Stage 1- This Sarvagunasambana Sarvamsaha heroine (let us call her X),gets married to Y..and there is a damn big family of Y in which the only one I rem is Z, Y’s younger brother who considers X as mom or even more...and thus she remains the ideal bahu…then there comes the villainess which is my mom who cuts the cable as she thought I am not using it at all.
Stage 2-( after a lot of crying and stamping my foot,I get the conn back)Y is dead and the mourning X(fcrse she is pregnant ,as usual) appears in this white saree(no color costumes ..so switched channels)
Stage 3-X and Z,the kaliyug laxman are happily married(me :O:O:O…where the hell is the remot???)
Stage 4-A new character who is identical to X exists in sme village(X’) and X and X’
gets interchanged somehow….phewwww
Stage 5-X’ dies and everyone thinks it was X who died and total chaos…and finally X proves that she is X by DNA test (kill meeeeeee)
Stage 6-X is having brain tumor(yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…I had springs attached on my legs at the thought of getting rid of X finally)
Stage 7-(which was the day before yesterday)X and Y having twins(she seems to have transplanted her brain…or as it is an ektha soap..it is also possible that the tumor disappeared just by praying) and they lived happily ever after(showing Kodak moments as usual)
This is the summary I got from the 10-15 episodes I have seen,(fcrse..all the while throughout the 4 yrs there were a whole lots of villains and villainess who has their own background music and who just finds bliss in destroying X’s peace of mind)and I am finally happy that it ended.
And guess what I saw the first thing switching on the TV today?..The sequel is coming..with X and Y and their 3 children(all 5of them seems to be of the same age).’K’ queen Ki Kahaniyaa Kabhi Khatham Nahii Hothiiii…..

Yuck...

As I am having series xam tomorrow,none is online , I am damn bored and have got nothing else to do,I decided to do this tag I got from meenu. I just have to describe 10 things I hate, which is better than the last tag. So my ‘yuck’ list goes like this..
1.First of all I too hate those bad things that everyone else hates, like the antisocial elements and stuff…I am not going into details..rather write what probably me alone hates.
2.I hate Mandira Bedi’s commentary( u don’t ?…watch the session of that xtra innings regarding the duckworth lewis rule and u’ll join Mandira hate club)
3.I hate any dish made of prawn(even the thought makes me go yucccckkkkk..)
4.I hate kareena’s acting( go watch ‘khushi’ and u will know it)
5.I hate to see sourav jobless these days( enufffffff…u shudnt swear at a gal like that). But once I was a big fan of that guy and even though things change ,sometimes the fossils remain.
6.Hmmmm(not as easy as I thought..10 is a big no. )…I don’t like jassi gift’s music ..well..4 the people was ok..but the rest sucks...and i cant stand hard metal.
7.I hate civil and electronics(but the best part is that I don’t have to study the former anymore and hope the same for the latter)
8.I hate it when I get possessive( coz I cant reveal that to anyone as I myself don’t wanna be possessive and that suffocates me)
9.I hate ostentatious people and the really snoopy ones who are like the gossip column in the newspapers (1 more to go..)
10.I hate it when guys swear for no reason( just don’t think its cooool…)
Now I tag anand (seems like his blog will conatin only tags), arun and deniminoo(can see my name at the top of their list..sighhh)

U must die in one life, before u can enter another

Changes…I hated them…to be precise still hate them. I felt sick whenever I had to join a new college or a new skool ,meeting strangers wasn’t my idea of a perfect pastime. To tell u the truth ,that is a part which scares me when I think about marriage too. The thought of uprooting scares me. Going to a complete different environment…mannnn,this is one time I envy boys..sighhhh. But I guess its just the matter of starting trouble, once I am comfortable with someone,I take every measure to maintain the smooth relation . But lately,I have noticed that some changes aren’t that bad either…some which u don’t notice at first. Let me make it more clear.
flashback…
4 years ago…a classroom in school…in this corner,last bench last one ,there she sits a meek,hesitant,inhibitive girl,aloof from others.She is so quiet…none talks to her much..neither does she…she actually wanna…but cant make herself do it. Going and asking someone ‘can I sit with u’ seems like a herculian task before her.. she feels that others wouldn’t want her around, that she is intruding their privacy…so she lives as a shelled animal(if u still dont get it, dumboo.. its ‘me’).
Now..
Classroom in college…still the last bench last one,there I am…trying to write ‘kick me’ on my front bencher friend’s back…
This is the change I mentioned…I am not claiming that I am a popular or smarrrt gal in the college, but this is a real change for me…maybe none else will understand or notice it xcept me.. I had friends from skool who were just classmates when we were in skool and later we grew closer and I had to answer many queries like..’which class were u in wen we were in skool?’(I sat behind u ..@&%$@) and ‘hey, u shud ve come for the tour in 10th..it wudve been fun..really missed u’( I too came for the tour my pal, u really ‘missed’ me…sighhh). In the college too, I was no better in the first year..had only 3 or 4 friends . But now I maintain a healthy relation with a very good ratio of the class. I don’t remember exactly when the changes started..but if u consider it day by day nothing seems to change. I remember that I started talking to the boys in the class at the beginning of the second year(courtesy: YAHOO MESSENGER). Now I have a ring of friends and I am extremely proud and happy that I share a pleasant bond with them. Each of them is special to me in their own ways.Soo changes is what I was talking about…and I will be facing an uprooting sooon ( no yaar…its not wht u r thinking, I am only 19 for heavens sake). I will be shifting home.. spend my last 14 years here..so kinda have the emotional attachment:(, but now I have learnt not to keep a prejudiced approach about anything..maybe its all for the best. So now me too started agreeing …changes maynot be as bad as u think they are.. but it’s the way u welcome them that matters.

How dumb r u???

It was this friend of mine who asked me to stop using a diary and blog my daily things… But I thought I would have to copy paste each day the same things..it wudve been smething like...
while(j!=s8)
{
woke up at -- ;
went to skool..oops college( wud rather not insult skool);
slept, daydreamed, did( copied ) the ‘hme’wrk of every hr
in the preceeding hr,tried diffr hairdo’s on the front benchers ;
back to home;
infrnt of d pc;
sleep;
}
(having c lab xams day aftr 2moro…the aftereffects of studying so hard may reflect on even my blogs..:D)
so I dropped the idea of writing about me there.. it was just this Sunday that smething different happened in my life…I always had the feeling…but never knew tht upto what extend it is true…this friend of mine…talked to me till late in the night…and hours later I realized tht my feelings were nothing but mere truth…that I am the dumbest creature Almighty has ever created!!!
I am gonna describe to u how can u get ur id skrewed in 5 min…
The following is a part of the conversation that happened between me and my friend….

My pal: ur bday on ---- - rite??
Me : yaa….y? ( shudve smelt smething there itself…as he just hit a quarter
century in asking my bday)
My pal: simply
Me : gifts r always welcome
My pal: ya ya…jst keep waitin
My pal: and send me ur zip code…. so i can send gifts
Me : ------ ( my senses completely clouded by d sight of dis gift waiting 4 me –dumb instance 1)
My pal: u knw wat
My pal: i hav always been fascinated by batman
My pal: last day i drew da bat logo on da table
My pal: and devi came and asked me if it was pahntom's
My pal: my hero…she killed him (ohh god ..he’s really gud at this..i had no idea wht he's upto)
My pal: u must've been harry potter fan frm child hood
Me : no...d 1st book released only wen i was in 9 th or so
My pal: so who was bfor dat….shaktiman?
Me : archies….but hes a big flirt.
My pal: betty??
Me : yaa..i like betty….similar to me
My pal: so betty ur childhood hero? ( here at this point I did wonder y he is hellbent on knwing my childhood hero…even I din hav a perfect idea who it was.. and how the hell does betty fit in as a childhood hero)
Me : naaaa…..i liked ------ quite ( don wanna publish it in the net…the answer is already famous by now…sighhhh)
and at this point my friend suddenly gets sleepy and he goes to sleep promising me a cute surprise next day…and I too hit the covers dreaming about the ‘pleasant’ surprise I am going to get .
The next day evening I try to get online as usual and get sign in problems…and it hit me…every piece of the riddle fell into its place…he just had to click the ‘4got passwrd’..I was angry or sad at myself or him..anyway will describe the behind the scenes play later sometime as I am not too sure about the responses.. it was that I dint remember my secret question ( ie..until this Monday…thanx to my pal ,will never 4get that nymore :D) as I created the id some 6 or so years ago…( these r all just the cover up’s for my dumbness , that I found out after hard researches).
Moral of the blog :
Don’t give stupid questions and stupid answers ( like what vehicle u have…maruti) and behave stupidly like this . Every friend may not be as trustworthy as mine :) !!!

The Take off

Hello everyone...or anyone who happens to read this.
I am this typical average keralite girl who is now as confused and nervous as any ' first time blogger ' could be ( or even more ).So i guess i neednt repeat their words. You would be bored reading that ' i dunno what to write ' stuff once more.I have'nt gone through many blogs , except that of my friends and sayesha's ( which i really admired ),but i plan to.The idea of blogging never occured to me, until each and everyone of my friend's started it and it took my last ounce of confidence and gutts to take this small step ( you must have guessed that i am not at all inhibitive and shy :D ). It's all my friends persuasion behind this, I am a person who is greatly influenced by friends.Thanks to S,M,crusader and ash for their support ( so i guess i should be broadminded enough to share the credits, for any appreciation from anyone...I am always here and if u feel like slapping the blogger's face for wasting your time..I would surely introduce you to my friends ..:D). Frankly speaking, I welcome the criticisms more than appreciations ( mostly the friends appreciate just bcoz of the obligation...and i dont want my friends to do that...you can evaluate me as any stranger can ). I would really appreciate constructive criticisms as i am a person who believes in personal improvement till demise. I guess i am blabbering too much and you might be thinking that i am crazy ( I still cant believe i am doing this ). So I better control my motormouth. With the hope that I will blog again, stopping now

U cant change the direction of the wind...But u sure can adjust ur sails

I never thought I would write this soon again. The day before yesterday was republic day and I went to see the rakeysh om prakash mehra’s 'Rang de Basanti' with my friends…being in the theatre before the show began,I felt like being in my college meet bcoz a very good ratio of my college was there . I went for the first day first show for the first time and was amused to find the bouncy crowd . After seeing ‘Mangal Pandey’ ,I had decided not to keep high expectations of anything…not that I dint like the movie…but the hype generated was high. Aamir khan’s movie releasing after almost 3 years and that too after ‘The Lagaan’ and 'DCH'..may be I was just eccentric..i liked the movie..but wasn’t upto my expectations( just coz my expectations were too high). So I was apprehensive about ‘rang de’. But the movie just rocked . The theme of a generation awakening is shown in a fabulous way. The theme reminded me of the ‘mallu ‘ blockbuster ‘4 the people’( which would have been great with better dubbing ). But I couldn’t find anything out of place for RDB . The camera work is commendable too. At the beginning of the movie,I had the same attitude as that of the characters in the movie and by the end of the movie , I was surprised to find that my opinions too changed. The first half of the movie is humorous and the second half makes us think ( and made some of my friends cry :D )…it’s more like a fusion of ‘Dil chahta hai’ and ‘Mangal Pandey’. All other characters are given as importance as Aamir. Hats off to A R Rahman’s music..I just loved 'paathshala' and the proposalwaali calm song . So if u are planning to go for the movie…don’t hesitate… and get ready for goose bumps.

Tu,Tu Hain Kahaan???

Well..i have been tagged for quite a long time now… but I still cudnt get a perfect picture of my dream lover…I hav been tagged by crusader and he has given permission to curse him as well…so …Aveda Kadavra or I would rather use an imperius curse on u and make u ..hmmm…mayb walk on ur nose...hows tht????..srry ..bad joke.
Now let me get serious and let me tell you ki mere ‘woh’ kaise hone chaahiyee…
Talking about looks…I don’t care much…though he could do with a little height…not asking for a 6 ft man.. still…he should be at least as tall as I am and having an impressing personality would help too.
I would be happy if he doesn’t have any habits like drinking or smoking..especially smoking.( but I guess if I insist on such demands…shaayad mein kuwaari hii mar jaavoongii :( )
He should have perfect faith in me and he should be broadminded.
He should be trustworthy.. normally I trust people. But I guess if I lose it for once its gone forever.
And I want my better half to be my companion in my happiness and in my hardship( I knw its understood…neednt even mention it). Maybe the word soul mate would describe it better. There shudnt be anything obscure between us. That is a must.
I can even stand an unromantic guy. I wouldn’t ask for ‘public’ displays of affection and I wouldnt want him to give me more priority than his mom( not that he should be one of the mama’s boys).. still I want him to love his family as well as respect mine.
He should give respect to my opinions…should not be a mcp.
I expect him to wear the trousers( not literally.. well literally too :D) in the family, he shud b responsible and intelligent as two irresponsible dumb morons wont be able to lead a successful life.
I am supposed to give 8 points ..still I don’t mind him having more of them like gr8 humor sense , conversational skills, cooking abilities(he wont be needing that as I am a master chef myself…I would serve him my masterpiece daily which is boiled water),ability to behave well accrding to the situations…..and the list goes on..
Phhewww…par aise mundiyee tho filmon mein bhi nahin hotheee…:(. And the bottom line is…’adaptation is the basis of life’ my dear friends.
So that sums it up…
And now I am tagging Anand and Arun
P.S: Don’t tell me that after reading this that u feel like u have got it all :D ..then pleasee..join the queue:D