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 :) !!!