A li'l Chit Chat

Here lemme babble a little about whats going on with my life(like I dont do that enough:D). I've got my call letter for my job and will be joining it soon. I had assumed my next post would be a sentimental one, crying my eyes out about leaving everything behind. Guess i would save the melodrama for the next post:D. Talking about myself, today was a rare non boring day outta my always boring life. I went out shopping today with friend1(ofcourse shopping alone is damn boring). We went to buy clothes,bags,footwear...ok not boring my "macho" readers by going into the details of that.
We went to eat and friend1 calls this other friend(who i am not familiar with) to join us for lunch. Heres a situation which i am not very comfortable with.Yeah, I am not the perfect talker while meeting someone for the first time and most of my friends have told me their first impression isnt the right(lets not talk about the best:D)impression of my actual character. So i was feeling very awkward at first. But then i remembered how i had met this other friend(friend2), through this same mutual friend1. At first i had this same problem with friend2 as well. I even remember he had bowed to me after our first meeting(coz he never saw another "talkative" creature like me before). The strange thing about me is I can talk quite well to people over the net. Thus i started mingling much more with him through net..through the daily conferences we used to have with mutual friends..and then we began to meet more often..and now hes one among my close circle of friends..he is the first commentor in most of my posts. So thinking about him i started feeling more at ease with this friends friend having lunch with me.By the time we were leaving i felt quite ok. After all we never know how we are going to be gifted with another precious friend who is going to be there with us through our happiness and hardships. So here is a toast(or rather a post) to all my friends and especially to my friends whom i got through other friends and for friends who introduced me to such new friends. Love you all>:D<

P.S: To friend 2 mentioned in this post-You just missed an awesome treat by friend1 because you were too busy to join us:P

Childhood

* Exchanging xmas and newyear cards with classmates every year.

* Collecting erasers which smells good and rulers which has this sparkling effect ,some even had fluid inside.

* Throwing classmates notebook outside through the window and then going out to fetch it forced by the teacher.

* Getting scratched on the face by this friend (whos a doctor now),while threatening to complaint to the teacher about something she did.

* Going to the neighbours homewhen they play cassettes in their VCR.

* Exchanging cassettes with neighbours after proudly owning a VCR.

* Having catfights with sister to attend the phone and eventually freaking out the caller with multiple hellos and squeals from the fight.

* Dialling 161 to make a fool outta others or sometimes just to hear the phone ring.

* Waiting eagerly every sunday night for superhit muqabla,every friday night for the chitrageetham and the hindi movie,wednesday nights for chitrahaar and sunday evenings for the weekend movie. If you have a cable you watch tv on your time,if not you schedule yourself according to their time.

* Bringing 1 rupee from home and treasuring it to buy sip up from the so called canteen

* Running out hearing the sounds of aeroplane.

* Waiting for Balarama every week to know how mayaavi fooled kutoosan and dakini this time and to read about the detectives jampanum thumpanum which was introduced quite later(wonder if they are still there)

* Going to listen to a segment either from Mahabharath or Ramayan everyday before sleep (even after hearing the whole epic a hundred times), from the grandfather whos now no more.

My first entrance exam

Was reading Li'l Archie. Reminded me of my good old innocent days. Not that i remember much of it. Though this incident came to mind. Li'l Kartoos first entrance exam.
It so happened that Li'l Kartoos was studying in XYZ school for L.K.G and U.K.G,which was nearer to home. But the school had only upto 7th std. So Li'l Kartoos's parents decided to change her school for 1st Std. As shown in movies these days, the cruel parents made poor Li'l Kartoos write a competitive exam at the age of 5. Bigger Kartoos still dont understand how Li'l Kartoos passed it.
So day before her exam Li'l Kartoos's mother made her mug up details of our country and its culture and "Father of the Nation" and first Prime Minister and so much more, when she hardly knew to write ABCD and 123. Her mother gave her tips to write the same answer on the question paper so that mummy could check the answers later. So Li'l Kartoos wrote the exam,came back and gave her mother question paper proudly.
1. What is your name?
Li'l Kartoos.
Amma said so far so good. Seeing the next question her face turned pale.
2. What is your father's name?
Mahathma Gandhi!!!

The Mosaic tag

This is also another session of self tagged :D.You
may ask if i dont have any other job. The answer is NO. Wandering through different blogs,finding out different tags and implementing them on my own blog, thats how jobless i am these days. If you know of any other job vacanacy which PAYS please let me know.

Here are the rules of this tag.

1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
2. Using only the first page of results, and pick one image.
3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker to create a mosaic of the picture answers.

The questions:

1. What is your first name?

2. What is your favorite food? right now?

3. What high school did you go to?

4. What is your favorite color?

5. Who is your celebrity crush?

6. What is your favorite drink?

7. What is your dream vacation?

8. What is your favorite dessert?

9. What do you want to be when you grow up?

10. What do you love most in life?

11. What is one word that describes you?

12. What is your user name?

Heres my tile:

I bet you cant find out my answers seeing the tile.

Now its fun time. I get to tag people. So i tag you.

Once you have read this theres no turning back. You have to do the tag. Or you are gonna have 20 years of badluck. Zelenia Zombie tried to ignore this message and she was raped by a mad bull on the road.
So do this tag in 15 minutes and have your crush fall in love with you in 15 minutes

Do this tag in 25 minutes and have your crush fall in love with you in 25 minutes.

Now you have some idea how bored i am. Good.
I am guessing you are as jobless as i am or even more. Otherwise you wouldnt have reached this line,would you? Anyways good to know that I have company. Stopping now before i write more crazy stuff. Bye Byeeeeeeee.

P.S : I know I am yet to do the tag given by praveen, kya karoo forbidden fruit tastes more:D

Sourav calls it a day

I fell in love with this guy when i was 11. You can frown and roll your eyes all the way you want,but it was his looks that attracted me at first. I wanted to put a photo showing him at that age with those looks,but i couldnt find the right photo. Ofcourse i had thousands of his pictures at those times which i had treasured. But then i thought i had grown up and that hes just old news.So i dint take them when i shifted house.
When i first saw him i just liked his features and his surname(dont ask me y,i was 11). An year later I met M. M was crazy about sourav and she probably still is. Our crushes grew into craziness in each others presence. We talked about him and only him during our breaktime and even during classtime. Once i stole a page of a magazine from my tuition class which contained a photo of him which I then thought was the best photo that could ever be taken of anybody in the world(i was 11). M called his home like a 1000 times and finally got to talk to Dona. I called his home twice(i was 11*embarrassed). The first time they said something in bengali which i dint understand. The next time i specifically mentioned that i am from kerala and they told me she isnt home. I dint call again and thought they just lied to me. But the next day i saw a photo in paper of sourav and family in a foreign country and i was happy. But my craziness couldnt match up with M's. She would collect arrowroot biscuit wrappers just because they were made in Kolkata. It was our dream to visit Kolkata. We both were shattered when the Nagma controversy occured. She cried. I didnt. I trusted him. We both danced with joy when Sana was born. We used to make a list and consider names for the baby when Dona was expecting. Those where the days of madness and childishness.
Years passed. We joined different colleges and became all matured. The craziness disappeared. I started even laughing at those How to make maggi waala ganguly jokes. But felt bad when he was thrown out of the team. Still my life dint revolve around him anymore. Today he announced his retirement. I know he deserved a much better retirement, without being thrown out of the team this many times,without controversies and allegations of a forced retirement. The comebacks he has made was even beyond the expectations of even his most optimistic fan. My heart aches at the thought that i wontbe watching him again in the field, that he would never be making another comeback,that i would be hardly seeing him and hearing his news. I just hope he scores well in his last match and waves goodbye with dignity. Wishing him good luck with all my heart on his last match>:D<.
P.S: I know 4 outta 5 people who reads this is gonna be Ganguly haters>:P,I dont care:P I love him anyway:P

An interesting piece of conversation

I was watching swades in star one on Gandhi Jayanti. Pal Pal hai bhari (the song with sita and ravan) was playing on tv. My parents happened to see it.

Amma: Actually Ravan is quite decent than other villains
Achan: Yeah,better than Ram
Everyone looked at him as if he said the unspeakable. Understanding that he owes an explanation he continued

"Even after knowing Sita for that long, knowing the virtues of her,he accepted her only after agnishudhi, whereas Ravan treated her with respect in Ashokavani."

I thought maybe he had a point. I am not saying Ravana is better than Ram.I'm sure there must be reasons in the epics for each event.I've always loved the Maryadapurushotham Ram. But it seemed interesting that maybe even Gods when born as humans werent perfect. Or even the cruelest of the devils have a brighter side:-)
yours joblessly