My World And The Little Things In It

Visit to Taj....

2010-02-21T03:46:00.000-08:00

Everyone has wishlists...One of the them in mine was to visit TAJ hotel...So I was excited when i got the chance to unexpectedly visit the place with G3...

Well,I had to meet Nimi at city and G3 was on the same bus dreaming of experimenting with her hair at Ole parlour in Taj,so I decided to escort her till the place and then go and meet Nimi...Convinced her with my how unsafe Calicut city is and even got her to offer me a sponsored lunch there for being the friend in need to escort her till there...WOW..."I am good at this," I thought to myself...

We dove into the TAJ in the three wheeled stallion(also called auto) along the tyre marks left ny Ford,Benz and the like..Disnt have a chauffeur driven car,but I was willing to adjust...I was pefectly dressed for the moment though it was an unexpected one.."Walking up the stairs clothed in the red carpet,the suit clad guy wishing me a good morning with that smile of respect on his face,opening the door for me to enter...."---Oh my,I knew how special I would feel with every step....

As I haughtily walked up the stairs,the security guy said, "maa'am bag for checking."..

"Of course," replied I with grace and extended my Gucci bag...(it does pay to have a branded bag)...

"Ma'am,the other one," said he...

Thats when I looked on my left hand and found my fingers curled over an old creaky plastic cover that you normally buy fruits in, with all colors faded clearly due to overexposure to sun and ageing...I'd forgotten that Nimi had asked me to bring that for her and had no idea what was inside either....Well,turned out it was a pair of broken sandals and a broken umbrella for repair...Noone opened the door for me with respect...He didnt even touch it with the metal detector...Suddenly I was invisible to them..The bellboy had the look that he would give a scullery maid as I waited for him to push open the glass door...He didnt btw..Gayo stared at me in horror,and walked away as if she'd never met me....I have no idea if the visit is a check or not in my wishlist....Sometimes you wish your wishes didnt come true....

Pot coffee???No thanx.....

2008-12-12T03:09:00.000-08:00

After our second sessionals, I and my friend Nimi(yea, the same person who was with me during the crow shitting incident {refer earlier blog}) decided to have lunch outside…. We had a delectabe plate of chopsuey and chicken hawaiin salad with coleslaw….

And finally for the grand finale we ordered pot coffee….Not that we knew what it was,but it sure sounded aristocratic enough to end a well ordered luncheon…. As both of us waited for a steaming cup of coffee,the bearer placed 3 small silver jugs and 2 ëmpty” cups in front of us….
That was an unexpected shock for us whose normal Nescafe coffee doesn’t taste like it ought to when we make it….And how in the world should one make “pot coffee”???

Nimi couldn’t help exclaiming loudly “I thought we asked them to make the coffee and bring not put the ingredients in front of us”….(which the bearer heard and responded with a slight chuckle!)

We decided to try our hand at the pot coffee too…I assured her it was simple enough and promptly divided the the rich ebony colored luscious fluid into the two cups….Then we added the milk and sugar…stirred and tasted..YUCK!

Nimi tried to make things seem brighter by telling hers was “okay”..(yeah,I tasted that,,,it was worse than mine!!!)….I figured out that mabbe lack of sugar was the reason for the bitter taste…we dumped the white powder only to end up with a worse tasting liquid…Nimi thought it must be the milk that’s missing…Since the cups were filled to the brim we had to painfully swallow half the bitter contents to pour in more milk…Well.that didn’t help either!So finally all the 3 jars were empty and a bitter-sweet ‘éspresso’’stared laughing at us from the two cups….

The news must have spread among the chefs that there were two girls fiddling over a cup of coffe…’çoz a dozen of them kept passing by our table and giving us sympathetic looks which we responded gracefully with a smile and drank under the pretension that it was the most exquisitely made coffee on earth….We couldn’t drink more than one fourth the cup and ran out after stealthily wrapping up those coloured sugar coated jeera sweets (which they give with the bill)in a tissue paper…we had to munch on them for an hour before the exotic taste of our “pot coffee” left our tongue…Atleast now we know one way how not to make a cup of pot coffee…..

How to make good pot coffee (from personal experience)

Ø The dark viscous liquid provided is “not” for two cups and should be put in a minimal qty into the cup.
Ø Add milk and sugar…Keep stirring and tasting at intervals and add the appropriate ingredients…Don’t overdo the whole thing…
Ø Lastly,even if it turns out bad,drink it with an air of grace as if nothing has gone wrong…
Ø And don’t foget to be thankful to this great soul who taught you how to brew up a good cup of pot coffee(after ordering it from a restaurant of course!)

Seminars.....

2008-12-12T03:01:00.000-08:00

Seminars….That was our new mode of internal assessment….Each one had to present something in front of the whole class..The girls saw it as one golden opportunity to repay all the pranks I play on them ….They knew my weakness for laughing nonstop at every stupid thing on the planet and taking a long time to recover from it (read as NEVER recovering from it)

On Friday there was a ‘’big’’ discussion just outside my room on their plans…Seriously I never realized that they loved me soooooo much until that day….Gayo voluntarily took up the responsibility as the master planner of the game..I still suspect that they even took references from “101 ways to spoil a seminar”….So finally there were to be posters reading “true friends”[ that’s a reealy long story…mabbe ill post a blog on it some day]…..Another one showing the picture of a cake [im crazy to the core abt cakes]…The gals were kind enough to inform me beforehand that they are gonna buy pastry 4rm the nearby bakery and eat it when Im giving the seminar…yeah,all 9 of them!!There were to be flashcards showing the letters ‘’M’’ ‘’O’’ and “H”[that’s related 2 a certain movie craze of mine which id rather not pen down…;)…] which were supposed t be flashed like how the cheerleaders do….I even saw them practising with the crap and Gayo was synchronizing the timings…..Oh My!!!There was even a proposal to wave striped shirts knowing my obsession for them…the girls managed to have anything and everything that would make me laugh on stage….The elaborate planning completely freaked me out….

There were demo sessions too….(awwww,….how sweet of them!!!)….Not with all the posters,but jes the MOH one….Well,I never went farther than the ‘’gud morning” part(which itself was wrong because it was supposed to be a good afternoon….they took 2 demos the previous day and 3 on the seminar day….all were perfect (4 them)…I didn’t even utter the topic’s name…just looked blank…smiled…laughed…and then laughed again….

Well,the most awaited day finally came….No pleading or coaxing would make the girls turn back from their plans…. I was kinda scared to realize that im gonna screw up my seminar in front of 82persons and thus be a laughing stock for everyone…

Sadly,a test sprang up,so all the gals had to bunk the class 4 their usual last minute study….And worst of all it was a sir who came to monitoir the seminar not the usual maám behind whom we could do anything to freak out the person giving the seminar..And the sir went on to the extent of asking questions between the seminars(as though anyone ever listened!)

So finally,nothing happened,…The whole two hours ppl came up on stage..gave their seminar and sat down quietly…’’Boring’’is an understatement…..I later admitted to Gayo that I wished something actually went wrong….Sometimes life gets more colourful when things go wrong,doesn’t it?

Another set of hols

2008-12-12T02:56:00.000-08:00

Another set of hols come and my blog gets ready to receive its set of three posts…Yes,finally college has closed and as usual I have pledged to be loyal and devoted to my blog and update it regularly and not shirk from my duties like how it happens after two posts in every vacation…As usual joblessness and my love for writing stuff contributes to the new(rather “dusted up óld’’)resolution….This time ive decided to write on anything that comes to my mind çoz life was pretty boring in the last sem and im devoid of anything interesting to write….;)…There are a few ppl out der who come and talk abt my posts to me.. I really cant understand why people come and compliment you on your posts rather than leave their comments on the blog….(guys,pls do that from now on….Atleast it gives others who visit this blog a feeling that though the least updated,its not the least read blog on the planet..;)…so im gnna bog away this sem…Lets see how long this updating business lasts….

Once a victim....

2008-06-17T00:21:00.000-07:00

Amma,with both her parents in the teaching profession, wouldn't think of spoonfeeding her kids....
Any doubt would result in her ususal monotonic "Rachelin, bring the dictionary"..Ma was even more adamant not to help with the meanings of the words either..It seems you learn better when ya do it by yourself...;)....So a simple doubt would always result in me looking up the meanings of word after word and eventually forgetting what the original one was...I surely didint increase an inch of my vocabulary or verbal ability with her method...

So when my sis grew older,I realised that another victim was growing up and I would gain freedom....I began listening behind the door and relishing the ma-daughter conversations they had...I would smile with glee when she got pinched or beaten for being naughty...I would grin with pleasure when she got scoldings...And strangely ma always used the same dialogues...So it was almost like listening to the whole thing that I experienced once again and joyfully realising that Im no longer the prey...;)....

So I was naturally pleased one fine morning when my sis asked her a doubt....I faintly heard it as I awoke from that deep slumber I was having beneth my bed covers in my locked room....That was it...Imagine the joy of seeing her take the encyclopedia and rummaging through the pages helplessly..Whoa....I smiled my sadistic smile and quietly opened the door to hear longingly ma's "Bring the encyclopedia"...
I was already practising the smirk I should give my sis when she plodded past my room to take it.....Or maybe I should settle with a sympathetic look!!Or maybe...I couldnt decide....And then I heard a familiar "Rachelin, bring the dictionary...."

Some things never change...Once a victim,always a victim........

when life gets tooo ""Happening!!"

2008-06-12T01:16:00.000-07:00

Hmmm....ever felt that your life was not happening???Pray...even if you feel so,donot announce that fact...NO,Never do that...Announcing it to some is a grave mistake that many young ppl, make...And announcing it to every being in the surroundings is a graver mistake that certain bigger dunces like me make....I did that once when my college closed and we thought of chilling out in the city...Before we started out,I was frantically pleading with Nimi's sis to cut off her hair and have it spiked...and then streaked blonde....That would be one bold thing to do..right..I wanted us to do something different so that we can all laugh about it later....Well, my friends wernt all that impressed with my creative ideas and mercylessly discarded all of them...
the whole episode started when the four of us got off the bus...i got down last from the bus ...And then..Well..to tell formally,a velvetty coated crow(well...that jes 4 an intro..i didnt see the bird..) emptied the contents of its stomach(which i presume was fully fiilled) on me.....Yeah,dats wat happened!!!!!

And I said,"Oh shit!!!"
And the three of them kept staring at me without the least concern to hide their laughter and said in unison "Yeah...its crow shit"

You cant even imagine how it feeels when you are near a busstop with ppl staring at you and some even laughing when you were building castles in your mind about the awesome day you have at your hand to have lunch with friends and then hang around at the mall and you had spent hours before the mirror to look your best....O my..all dreams just poofed in a jiffy....

Nimi's sis said"Hey this is more "happening "than having spiked hair!!..."
(of course i received her comment with grace though i was swearing in my mind!)

The worst part was that none of us had tissue or any piece of cloth with us to wipe away that crap..We were all clad in jeans, so no chance of a chunni either....Thankfully Anu's new handbag had an inbuilt diary which she must have treasured to pen down her secret thoughts...and i mercilessly tore off all the pages from that to wipe away the marks of the disaster that took place mumbling a thanks under my breath and pretending not to see her eyes shooting the question"Did you even ask ??"....Well...what are friend's for??

We rushed off in an auto to the mezban restaurant and i sped off liuke a monkey whose tail was on fire to the washroom with Anu behind me with a bunch of tissues....the whole architecture of that washroom was wrong...With the washbasin at one end and the dustbin at the otherand a round glasspane at the door ....Nimi said it was a funny sight to see me running back and forth through the glasspane...(Bet it was a funny act for me too)..I was totally hysterical and poured water all over my kurti....(Thankfully Anu stopped me)...And i shampooed the sides of my hair with the handwash there....Well i had to wet the other parts of my head too to give a nice gelled look....And then the white tissue paper clung to my hair in bits and pieces which took a loong time 2 seperate 4rom my black strands....
Finally I came out in a presentable form....oh yes...it was an awesome day...and everyone had a big laugh at my expense.....

Not to foget that disasters continued...I guess that particular crow must have mde a special mention of me in their committe...'coz after that I had to literally protect myself wid helmet and armour..its as though the crows have found me as a favourite spot to relax themselves...Things got soo bad that Anu even resolved not to walk with me unless she had an umbrella....She says I have some magnetic attraction to that crap...well,what can I say?? Some ppl are just born with it....And their lives end up to be very happening!!!

My cold war with the means of transport....

2008-06-12T00:20:00.000-07:00

One of the first things that ppl advised me to do in my hols is to learn driving....It seems driving is one of the easiest ways to spend the neverending time that we get in the hols....At first even I was enthusiastic about it...but then I happened to recollect my history with the various means of transport....Vehicles(any vehicle as a matter of fact) seem to be allergic to me.....Ive never fared well with any kind of transport...My silent war with automobiles,unknown to the rest of the world and even to self, began from the day i was born...im not kidding....The whole Indian traffic came to a halt when I opened my eyes and utterd my first cry..It was an "All India Harthal" that day...Maybe it was another way in which the four and two wheeled creatures staged their protest and reaffirmed that this Piscean female will never get lucky with vehicles...

Well....Things didnt stop there.....calamities continued just like inexplicable events that follow the cursed princess in every fairytale...Yeah....When I began boarding buses,I always ended up in unknown places....Either I would sleep off or board the wrong bus or merely get down at the wrong stop...I guess my brain is "transport challenged"...I cant comprehend a sense of direction no matter how familiar Iam with the places..or maybe the buses suddenly get life when i ebter them and purposely dump me at the wrong places.......Well about cycles...Tricycles were fine when i was small...But the 2 wheeled ones, I could never balance...Or mabbe the cycle couldnt balance my weight...Not my fault!!The same thing with scooters and all....

Train journeys were still better...Though the last time I came home I boarded the wrong train at night..And the fact that not one of the flights that i have boarded has taken off without being dealyed by a few hours(kkk..no exagerration..mabbe 2 of them must have taken off on time..) further ascertains the fact that iam a black cat to every other soul in whose fate is embossed a journey with me....I'd rather not talk about what happens in the connection flights!!
So dejected was I wen my friend advised me to get virtual....Comp games with me commanding the steering was a welcome option...Well...wasnt lucky there either.....The message "Sorry...you are driving in the reverse direction" used to blink evey 5 minutes.....virtaul or real,vehicles dont like me being near them....

so im still wondering whether I should even think of learning driving...incidently one of my biggest dreams is to ride on a bike..god knows what will go wrong then....lol

restarting???

2008-06-11T01:02:00.001-07:00

hmm...another year has passed...a 3mth vacation again....as usual...jobless and wondering wat to do....then this idea of restarting the blog comes to my mind..i did jes 2 entries in the last vacation coz i realized dat updating the blog was pretty tiresome and iam a lazy bum.....well...frankly speaking,its not mi idea....its all a result of ma friend neethu's persuasion...(nagging is a more apt word)...truly speakin' i think its another one of her malicious endeavours to project her own blog(though i mes admit its pretty gud..)in a better light...im sure its another way to make her way to the spotlight by makin' ppl compare hers wid mine...hehe....as usual i sit in front of the comp wid mi mug of tea..o yeah...im into greentea now...not coffe...n it tastes gross jes like all dat ppl advertise as being healthy.....so lets c how long this goes...n neeths,i need topics 2 blog on darling!!!

Do u hav a story??Yes u do...!!!

2007-06-17T12:30:00.000-07:00

Ever wondered whether life was one big story?? Well that’s wat Ive always thought…n I luv it…..its always soo happening….sooo xciting….something new each day…..not like the movies that bore us with the same storyline n monotonous dialogues …life is all different…isn’t it exciting 2 have a story of your own??...2 cherish all along lifes way….n enjoy the unexpected twists and turns it takes …dats more excitin’ dan the latest best seller or the recently released blockbuster hit…..

I think each one has a story of his own..Its jes dat some unimaginative Scrooges out there dun realize the magic they have within themselves…They jes dun see beyond d drab day to day affairs….Maybe they dun hav the time 4 it..mabbe they are least bothered abt it…or mabbe they are tooo numb by the serious world out there that they cant afford 2 entertain such frivolous thoughts…Each time you meet a person your n his stry gets interwined…For eg nw dat uve read my blog we have a small common story now....sum stories end up short ..n sme go on and on 4 eternity….I know wat ure thinkin’ nw…Dis is sooo much lik d “Hum Tum” movie theme...yeah rite…I know it is…hey…but I thot of dis idea first…I swear..its jes dat dos movie ppl put a wee bit of masala and flamboyance in d whole thing 2 evolve a super hit…..And I had been sitting here in a world soo devoid of all d colourful sets dat u see in d movie n thinking d same thoughts all the while….

There are sooo many instances when I’ve thought ‘dis is gonna be one gr8 story’….some of dem ended up gr8…jes like the usual fairy tale endings u have where evry1 stays happy ever after…Some ended in hopeless tragedies…leaving the characters in pathetic climaxes….And soo many stories…all interlinked ….are still goin’ on…leavin’ me as clueless as ever before on hw they willl end…and wether they will ever end..There are soo many which I dun want 2 end….some which I wish may go on till my last breath…But then…u can never say when things may go wrong or right!!

As the wheel of life moves on and I look back on the wonderful story that I have spinned on the loom of my thoughts, I remember sooo many people…sooo many characters who have left without a trace in mi story…..some have died…some have left ….with the ending of our story still unfinished…n some ive had 2 leave along the way…some whom ive purposely forgotten 4 various reasons….N some who have simply walked out of mi story for reasons still unknown 2 me…..But still they are alive …much like the olden times….their memory does lurk sumwhere faar faar behind in the book of mi story in some forgotten pages that are hardly read 2day……But they are still there in some unknown page…..Thats 4 sure..The page numbers of which have been erased by time and by a mind stubborn enough 2 omit certain parts while glancing through the past….

So as I said, each one has a story…You …me…n everyone in the world…A perfect stry with a complete cast of characters…And the perfect blend of everything…happiness…sorrow…romance…revenge…death..loss...seperation …ectasy…and everything else that u can ever imagine…..N each story is like the Indian mega soap operas..never ending...the only difference bein’ dat ur story has a new flavour each day….with each person …and with each passing moment…..a flavour never experienced by anyone b4 other than U at that very moment…a thrill…..or mabbe a silent wail…..heard by none other than yourself…..And the best part is u never know wen each ones role in the story changes…..U maybe the heroine 2day…And then u may suddenly realize that u r reduced 2 a mere sub character….Dont worry…..U never know wen another twist comes in ur life 2 revive u again…..And meanwhile enjoy all the roles dat u’ve been granted in life…The role of the heroine….d sub charac…the silent goddess without an inch of sin….n even the villain with all d fury of a sinister leviathen…….Enjoy each of your roles….And look at the beautiful story of your life…U’ll be amazed…..Some parts of ur story may upset you…..Those parts which ended in a way u never wanted them 2….But as I said b4…d healer called time is always on ur side….Cut off those parts which u never want 2 be part of ur story…and look 4ward to those surprises which u’ve always yearned 2 be moulded into ur story…..Believe me …it’ll turn out 2 be d most enchanting story u’ve ever heard or known….’coz no joy can be more boundless than ur own..no sorrow more painful than ur own…n no story more touching than ur own!!.Emabark on a journey through ur berserk life n discover the magic within yourself…..

So wats ur story 2day????

bb???no thnx.............

2007-06-17T07:11:00.001-07:00

Now I dun have a topic to blog on..….Life’s going on…The clock is tickin’ away and with each sec I feel a pang in my heart when I find my vacation slipping away before me….Theres my cup of mocha here…tooo hot 2 take a sip…and ders a mag lying around….(prob mi sis’s plan 2 make ma shout @ me..)….she keeps leavin’ uninteresting stuff all around the place….Hey wait……..now that pic reminds me of smthin’…it’s a bunch of guys playin’ basket ball…hey…now ‘ve got a topic to write….basket ball!! thats rite…….

K….to begin with bb is my fav game……I jes luv d game …crazy ‘bout it…its a game of style…n all d gr8 bb players r cool dudes..eh…they’ve gt style…hmm..a kinda branded look…dats wat I mean…nw u must b thinkin’ im a gr8 player too…u’ve got it all wrong buddy..i DON’T play… ….its jes dat I luv watchin’ d game….

I was never much into sports since the time I was a kid…..hehe……used 2 come up with extraordinary xcuses like sun allergy…..leg sprain ….headache….oo ya……not 2 4get that I used 2 fake the fainting part….if nothing worked out I wud somehow convince the sir that my parents wre both doctors n I was strictly advised 2 avoid games though I luv them(hehe….a lil bit of sympathy is necessary 2 have things ur way you no)….throwball n stuff was fine …I didn’t mind that much…bt those running..jumpin’ stff…uck….hated them…..once mum enrolled me 4 table tennis classes n I used 2 bunk them n go 4 d paintin’ lessons instead…..not that I hated sports…but ther wre always more temptin’ offers which I luved more….so u cant blame me either……

But bb was different….der was smthin’ reely magnetic abt the game…..wanted 2 play bb soooo much…..bt things nevr worked out…..u cant xpect an anaemic person(lolZ) with fotosensitve skin 2 play bb…rite??so wen der wre ppl 2 coach I didn’t learn n when I wanted 2 learn der was no time…..so it remained as an unfulfilled dream…..

Never thot I’ll even get 2 touch d lovely orange ball in a real bb cout…That’s when I enterd college…..There was this girls bb game 2 be played branch wise….hmmm……Now what does one do when ur branch is short of ppl and ders none left 2 play????well…..coax others into joining is my kinda answer…Dear me…coax we did…..there was a hoarde of xcuses dat ppl came up wid…well I wasn’t bad @ xcuses either…its jes dat d branch spirit or watevr u call it took over me n I sed’YES’…me n Anu…2 play bb……in d team.. wen we didn’t evn no the abc of d game…..”all 4 one and one 4 all”‘ motto in mind…

We practised a few times b4 the match…Lemme tell ya with pride 2 out of the 10 shots that I aimed @ d basket came out rite….See …both of us wre dat bad…And 2 think we were ready 2 play in frnt of dat crowd on d court…A few hours b4 the match was d 1st time both of us dribbled the ball….4gt abt ‘playin’ the game!!

The 1st match was great n we won…’coz it was a walkover…dint hafta play..(lol)…We were given the branch shirts n stuff…so looked as though we wre in sm BIG game…I n Anu were kept as substitutes…[thnk gudness]….Anu was called in d 2 game …we lost d game …And the last match was the next day..the loser’s final...gsh…I was silently prayin’ dat I shudnt b called….Seeing the crowd around, I was already thinkin’ of the consequences of being a laughing stock at class the next day…All my plans of playin’ d game vanished in a jiffy.. 4gt about the old dream of mastering it!!!…I didn’t even want 2 touch the ball…wonderd wethr I cud escape this time too with a legpain…but then ,…the damn branch spirit…didn’t wanna let the seniors down who wre counting on both of us...I was wonderin’ why in the world I agreed 2 play in the first place….

Well…as always things always go wrong with me…The loser’s final….There was a shortage…The moment Simichechi(mi senior) called my name,mi heart missed a beat….that’s one of the times I thot that mi name had such a cacophonic aura 2 it…wished I didn’t own the name…wel that was not the rite moment 2 relish sch thots…I HAD 2 b in d court!!I and Anu were told that d only job we need to do was 2 “block n pass”….much like the “divide and rule” policy….not that we were good @ that…but there was nothin’ else we knew…u couldn’t possibly stand jobless in the court ..rite??...Aiming at the basket was a firm no-no…. that’s when I understood the game isn’t as easy as it seems…..gosh….it isn’t always a sleek game as I imagined….

My 1st passes wre tooo “good”…passed all of them 2 the opposin’ team..(now ya get wat I act mean by”good”??)…. I wonder how the guys seem 2 carry off the game soo well… ….i still cant digest d fact that I stayed in d court wid 0 practce…0stamina…n 0 exp…bt den our game was more of a ‘passing the parcel ‘ than bb!!!

I still rembr d end….i fell down n d pe sir sounded d finaal whistle…Bruised mi leg…n my jeans tore at d knee (hmm…..wnder with wat crap de made that stff….)….game over…We won!...Now dat seemed lik sm heroic end….mi jeans died a martyr 4 my branch…I still have d jeans as a reminder of hw I n Anu act had d courage 2 play 4 d 1st time…….Who knows …mabbe a micheal Jordan is in d makin’ inside both of us…Yikes….NOoooooooo way!!! I act keep d torn jeans 2 remind me dat I’ve promised myself nevr 2 do that once again..(dun tel me ive gotta play d fool in fronta mi juniors toooo next year!!)..Noooo way!!

Who cares…we we won after all!!! N dat tooo in my 1st bb match..(mi last one too)…[lolz….]……..

Y this blog???

2007-06-17T04:37:00.001-07:00

Well….if ya ask wether there was really a need 4 me to start blogging, I’d say no..There’s absolutely no need…And the only reason that I can quote to support my new venture is that I’m BORED…nothing else…Just bored to the core…That’s one of the worst things I have experienced in my life…becoming bored…Back in school days there was hardly a time when I used to get bored…I dunno wat the reason is exactly..but life had more colour and options then I think(well…college life def has more colour…uhh…not too sure of the options though..)….

Maybe I’ve become too lazy…thaats the reason….with a 3 mths vacation in hand and no idea of wat 2 do with the 101 days of well planned pure fun and bliss…(that’s how I used 2 describe the hols wn we were back @ coll….not any more!) …… …hey ,,,but I still dun mind the hols…I wudnt trade wid them 4 anything in the world….only if we had them toooo at the coll itself to chill out with friends….hols and home don’t turn out well…esp for 3 looong mths…though I luv and yearn for home in wen im in the hostel… Now the hols seem 2 be more of a torture than enjoyment…..I guess this is one way in which the authorities screw up our lives as a revenge 4 d head aches we cause them while at coll…hmmm……that’s all rite…now the ball is in their court….i guess once we are back we’ll cause all the more worse head aches…..sometimes life is a BIG tit 4 tat game…..;)….(lolz)...

The half moth of April that we had passed very quickly…The whole time was spent in biting ma nails and hogging food (dats one of my weaknesses…I gobble up nythin’ dat comes my way when im tensed..) while waiting for the dreaded results…we have this little (I mean HUGE) monster of a subject called ‘mechanics ‘ for enginnering…its more like those death eaters that one reads about in harry potter books….it jes sucks out that little happiness left in you and the only thing u can remember before you die (read sleep off) is its foul breath..(now…dats another usage ok?…..mi books nevr smelt foul…always had the brand new-hardly opened odour)…The last days of April wre spent in fervently prayin’ 2 God 4 mercy wid dat mech thingy….Sometimes I mean always that is my last resort (well…that’s mi 1st resort too ..ALL the times)….The days between the last xam and the results announcing day was hell…literal Hell…Results came…I made through…phew…..

And then the whole moth of May was spent in chatting wid pals….hogging food(I guess dats mre of a routine than a pass time now..)…reading books…talking..(well I LUV talkin’ 2 people….bt I only blabber wid ppl wid whom im really at ease with….otherwise I dunt even open ma mouth)….playin’ pranks(dats nother fav pastime…not very good at it…bt not all dat bad either!)….n dreaming away(forgt to mention…im a hell of a day dreamer!)…Now my life does have a timetable…more orderly…not like before…get up in d morning….taste a lil bit of wat is made(eh….not usin’ the word hog any more…I feel kinda degraded…;))turn on the net…thn watch poor me plunge into the world of orkut n chat…oo ya…ders mi hot cup of coffee too beside me…that’s mi fav drink…cant live withot it…tryin’ out all the new flavours this season…des days im hooked to d mocha!!...well often the coffee runs cold esp if im chattin’ something interesting…bt den I never forbid myself from the luxury of havin’ another cup,,Then read books….bug my sis….i luv buggin’ my sisters…not the last one though..shes only 5 and tooo small 2 bug…goin’ out wid parents….helpin’ in d kitchen(ahem….vandalising it is more apt)…oo ya….der r short intervals in between wen I try out the new dishes that ma makes….den bac into the wnerful world of sleep n my usual dose of outta the world dreams…..now…dats an orderly life I must say…jes perfect!

And in june im thinkin’ of ways to whisk away the time we’ve been given….with all ideas exhausted im turning into the web of blogging 4 some solace and comfort 4rom the merciless claws of boredom….Lets see how long ill be bloggin’ away….

Hey u mest be wondering how come all mi blogs are posted within short intervals…..well…..im Not all that jobless to do nothing at all other than posting blogs….hehe….that me…..its just that most of them are ccp..(eh…cut copy paste..)……im an addict of ccp be it mails, homework assignments or nw blogs…..these were ritten long bac n saved in mi comp….didnt get time to post them u see…im a lil busy beeee…no time 4 anythin’!!(lolz)….