Oh, and by the way,
Only Ten More days to go for the Big Twenty!!
Note to self: Considering the fact that you are the only avid reader of this blog, this post seems kinda silly.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Just another day
It’s the 29th of February. And I won’t get to write that for the next three years. This is why I dragged my fingers out of my Journalism report window and into this blog. Much as I hate interrupting my conscientious effort to produce a 2000 word feature on development journalism, I figured it would be fun to have a blogpost dated 29th Feb.
I got up with a bad dream that a Pomeranian dog had bitten my left hand. I was sitting in the Veterinary Hospital on Rose Garden road, waiting to be treated. (For the life of me I cant understand what I was doing in a Veterinary hospital instead of one inhabited by humans.)
And that was the only remotely exciting thing that happened to me today. Unless I get hold of Freud’s dream interpretation book and realize that I’m actually supposed to expect a windfall…or a knight in shining armour, I guess I'll have to stay satisfied with one extremely weird dream.
So there you go. My February 29 flew by before I could say 'Leap Year'. There was nothing extra-special about the day. But still, it’s a whole 24 hours added to this year. And this leap year promises to be significantly better than the last one. (Which was spent in gloating about the fact that I had 1 extra day to prepare for my 10th bored exams)
I’ve done it! I’ve posted something on the 29th, albeit a little nonsensical. (Okay, very nonsensical). I wish on this day, that by the next 29th of Feb, I will have much more depth in my perception of life and mature blogposting skills. Sigh. Leap years don’t make wishes come true, do they?
I got up with a bad dream that a Pomeranian dog had bitten my left hand. I was sitting in the Veterinary Hospital on Rose Garden road, waiting to be treated. (For the life of me I cant understand what I was doing in a Veterinary hospital instead of one inhabited by humans.)
And that was the only remotely exciting thing that happened to me today. Unless I get hold of Freud’s dream interpretation book and realize that I’m actually supposed to expect a windfall…or a knight in shining armour, I guess I'll have to stay satisfied with one extremely weird dream.
So there you go. My February 29 flew by before I could say 'Leap Year'. There was nothing extra-special about the day. But still, it’s a whole 24 hours added to this year. And this leap year promises to be significantly better than the last one. (Which was spent in gloating about the fact that I had 1 extra day to prepare for my 10th bored exams)
I’ve done it! I’ve posted something on the 29th, albeit a little nonsensical. (Okay, very nonsensical). I wish on this day, that by the next 29th of Feb, I will have much more depth in my perception of life and mature blogposting skills. Sigh. Leap years don’t make wishes come true, do they?
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Two Whole Decades
Twenty days to go before I turn twenty. And here are twenty reasons why I am not old enough to be twenty.
1) I prefer the ‘if you don’t forward this e-mail then bad luck will persist’ mails to ones that I get from the British Council talking about post grad universities.
2) I like the colour pink. And will continue to do so. ‘Nuf said.
3) I like reading Enid Blyton books. I still smack my lips at the descriptions of the midnight feasts Darrell and her friends have at those boarding schools.
4) I run down half the flight of stairs and slide on the banister for the remaining half. And I get yelled at for almost breaking my bones. For the 1,56,734th time.
5) I still jump into a muddy puddle on a rainy day just to get my friend’s oh-so-pretty pair of shoes wet.
6) I watch Disney Channel incessantly. If Alladin’s Genie granted me three wishes, I would want Lizzie Mcguire’s mind, Hannah Montana’s voice and Raven’s psychic powers.
7) High School Musical is one of my favoritest movies. And I know most of the songs in the movie by heart.
8) I drink Bournvita whenever I’m in a bad mood. I live in the blind belief that it will make me grow taller and thus elevate my mood in the process.
9) I eat a bar of Cadbury’s chocolate before every big exam I write. Almost as if I’m swallowing the answers to the next day’s paper.
10) I have a lucky Parker Pen. I hyperventilate if I lose it. My pencil box (yes, I still keep one) is decorated with pictures of the Powerpuff girls.
11) I only read the horoscope and cartoons in the newspaper everyday. It’s a disgrace for a journalism student, and an even bigger one for someone who will be twenty.
12) At Shivajinagar, if I see my bus coming, I give a whoop of joy, push everyone out of the way and grab my favorite seat. (as opposed to a mature way of getting inside)
13) I believe that 13 is an unlucky number and I don’t like black cats. And no amount of growing up will change that attitude of mine.
14) I still shriek and run away if I see a lizard anywhere in the vicinity. (Vicinity meaning a radius of 2 kms)
15) Everytime I hear the song ‘Pehla Nasha’ or ‘Animal Song’ I smile widely and start singing along. Loudly and out of tune.
16) I can’t keep secrets. This is probably why I’m blurting out all this on worldwide web.
17) I live in my sandals and sneakers. Any pair of heels or girly chappals I’ve tried on have torn within 3 weeks of wearing them.
18) I don’t know the meaning of sesquipedalian words. I just pretend I know and smile very benignly at the speaker.
19) I giggle every time I hear Piddle, Poop or their synonyms.
20) My English literature book is filled with clouds and mountains instead of footnotes about the authors.
I want to go back in time and wake up to yesterday until I reach 1988.
1) I prefer the ‘if you don’t forward this e-mail then bad luck will persist’ mails to ones that I get from the British Council talking about post grad universities.
2) I like the colour pink. And will continue to do so. ‘Nuf said.
3) I like reading Enid Blyton books. I still smack my lips at the descriptions of the midnight feasts Darrell and her friends have at those boarding schools.
4) I run down half the flight of stairs and slide on the banister for the remaining half. And I get yelled at for almost breaking my bones. For the 1,56,734th time.
5) I still jump into a muddy puddle on a rainy day just to get my friend’s oh-so-pretty pair of shoes wet.
6) I watch Disney Channel incessantly. If Alladin’s Genie granted me three wishes, I would want Lizzie Mcguire’s mind, Hannah Montana’s voice and Raven’s psychic powers.
7) High School Musical is one of my favoritest movies. And I know most of the songs in the movie by heart.
8) I drink Bournvita whenever I’m in a bad mood. I live in the blind belief that it will make me grow taller and thus elevate my mood in the process.
9) I eat a bar of Cadbury’s chocolate before every big exam I write. Almost as if I’m swallowing the answers to the next day’s paper.
10) I have a lucky Parker Pen. I hyperventilate if I lose it. My pencil box (yes, I still keep one) is decorated with pictures of the Powerpuff girls.
11) I only read the horoscope and cartoons in the newspaper everyday. It’s a disgrace for a journalism student, and an even bigger one for someone who will be twenty.
12) At Shivajinagar, if I see my bus coming, I give a whoop of joy, push everyone out of the way and grab my favorite seat. (as opposed to a mature way of getting inside)
13) I believe that 13 is an unlucky number and I don’t like black cats. And no amount of growing up will change that attitude of mine.
14) I still shriek and run away if I see a lizard anywhere in the vicinity. (Vicinity meaning a radius of 2 kms)
15) Everytime I hear the song ‘Pehla Nasha’ or ‘Animal Song’ I smile widely and start singing along. Loudly and out of tune.
16) I can’t keep secrets. This is probably why I’m blurting out all this on worldwide web.
17) I live in my sandals and sneakers. Any pair of heels or girly chappals I’ve tried on have torn within 3 weeks of wearing them.
18) I don’t know the meaning of sesquipedalian words. I just pretend I know and smile very benignly at the speaker.
19) I giggle every time I hear Piddle, Poop or their synonyms.
20) My English literature book is filled with clouds and mountains instead of footnotes about the authors.
I want to go back in time and wake up to yesterday until I reach 1988.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost.
(I'm not a connoisseur of poetry. Except a dash of Odgen Nash, I've never really delved into the more profound verses of poets. But I stumbled upon this one when I was casually flipping through an old school poetry book. For the first time, I could relate to this poem. There is some connection, almost as if Mr. Frost is telling me these words personally. Call me cliched, but the hint of any connection with Literature whatsoever has now raised my hopes of perhaps getting some inspiration to perform better in my OE paper!)
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost.
(I'm not a connoisseur of poetry. Except a dash of Odgen Nash, I've never really delved into the more profound verses of poets. But I stumbled upon this one when I was casually flipping through an old school poetry book. For the first time, I could relate to this poem. There is some connection, almost as if Mr. Frost is telling me these words personally. Call me cliched, but the hint of any connection with Literature whatsoever has now raised my hopes of perhaps getting some inspiration to perform better in my OE paper!)
Friday, January 11, 2008
Cul-ah '08
This is my second Cul-ah at college….and I can safely say that this was miles better than the last one. Agreed, our college now looks like Pompeii after Vesuvius erupted, the Union managed to pull off a fest that was spectacular….all the renovation ruins were nicely camouflaged in the theme Mardi Gras, the Spanish Carnival.
Some of the highlights of Cul-ah ‘08
- The Bingo stall, which was hosted by a man wearing a pink shirt, a hand bag and shiny white shoes that were at least 2 feet long and pointy at the end. I’m not kidding, I almost got caught into playing one of the Bingo games because I was ogling at his shoes!
The Pastry shop, which none of us could pass by without drooling. But none of us were willing to spend 70 bucks for a chocolate mousse either!- Speaking of chocolate, we did spend 15 bucks on a sinful Chocolate Honey cake drizzled with fudge sauce….aah…the best 15 bucks I’ve spent!
- The Nescafe stall. If we happened to be wearing the official Cul-ah volunteer badge, we were given free cold coffees. I flicked a badge from my friend, but the Coffee wasn’t worth it.
- The main stage events. All of them. We managed to get the worst places to see the events from. Every second was a taunt on how short I really am.
- Indian Music, one college actually played Om Jai Jagdish with an electric guitar and drums! Amazing!
- The dazed looks on fellow college girls. I was told that this dazed look was brought about by the countless number of guys suddenly invading our college.
- Most of the girls had suddenly decided to dress up like Christmas trees or somewhat similar.
- The boys were no less. Agreed that the sun was a little too bright. But that doesn’t justify the sunglasses being worn in the Basement for some Graphic Designing event!
- Listening to snatches of conversation here and there…..we heard some stuff like:
“Oh wow!! That sweater boy is just soooooo cute!!!”
“Hey! That cotton candy you are eating totally matches your earrings!” - Watching the banana-eating competition. Urgh….one guy managed to eat 17 bananas in 2 minutes. Needless to say, we couldn’t find him when his name was announced as the winner!
- The Big Fight. As a volunteer, I got to rule the microphone, even if it was for making mundane announcements. People looked at us volunteers as if we had discovered some rare element!
- The dances! Both onstage as well as offstage. While the contemporary dance was un-comprehensive onstage, one group of boys danced to the same tunes with all porki steps offstage. In the end, no one bothered looking at the on stage event!
- The cacophony of music blaring from all sides. While on one stage there was Rihanna's Umbrella being played, from another place came ‘Raa raa (remixed version!)’ and from some auditorium upstairs came a Carnatic music raga. Everything melted into one another and the results were actually pretty upbeat as well as melodius!
- The bright splash of colors and music everywhere….not to forget the loud voices of everyone and the constant announcements being made…..everything was such a chaos….a rather elegant chaos, if I may say so!
You know, I’ve always seen movies where college fests are shown. I thought these movies overrated the fests. But Cul-ah lived up to every one of my star-studded fest expectations!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Ew…Teasing!
Imagine getting up late on the first day of college in the New Year. And then you realize that the milk at home is over, so you run over to your corner shop in pajamas with a disgruntled look, only to be greeted by a ‘Haaaaai Baaaybeeee!’ at that sleazy shop corner. Ew. What a beginning!
It’s rampant and it is spreading in Bangalore like some epidemic. These are men who have no jobs, no ambition and no life, really. Ew Teasing, I call it. And they target women of all ages, shapes and sizes. The fact that you own one X chromosome more than them enthralls them, I think. Actually, the guys who resort to eve teasing wouldn’t even know the spelling of ‘chromosome’. This is probably why they continue to eve tease countless women even after reprimands.
Sadakchaap, suits them perfectly, down to those fake Nikes. Citizens of different cities react to eve-teasers react differently. If such men came across any woman who grew up drinking lassi and eating makhan parathas, they would be met with a shower of chappals. It is only us, who remain docile. Ignore- we say- it's the best way to stop them. True, ignoring these sidey chaps does help in discouraging them. But when the teasing gets out of hand, then all the anger within each of us will only result in a dastardly implosion.
The worst episode of eve-teasing that I witnessed was in Goa. Our college had gone there for a trip. True, 250 girls in one beach is bait for these hormonally super charged morons. But the fact that they walked around shamelessly holding their camera phones and clicking anyone and everyone they saw irked most of us to no end. We caught several phones and deleted the pictures and threw the phone away and screamed, ‘Catch’ at them! The cheap thrill they got at ogling at badly clicked 1.3 mega pixel cameras was nothing compared to the looks we gave them.
Munnabhai is probably to only ‘tapori’ that intelligent girls can fall for. Wearing clothes that can give even a rainbow an inferiority complex is just plain jatang, not attractive. Begging any and every female to ‘fraaandship them’ is not the best pick up line. When will such men ever understand? It is only in movies that women find rowdy romeos very endearing. And what happens in reel life is a big ‘reelu’. Stay away, please!
It’s rampant and it is spreading in Bangalore like some epidemic. These are men who have no jobs, no ambition and no life, really. Ew Teasing, I call it. And they target women of all ages, shapes and sizes. The fact that you own one X chromosome more than them enthralls them, I think. Actually, the guys who resort to eve teasing wouldn’t even know the spelling of ‘chromosome’. This is probably why they continue to eve tease countless women even after reprimands.
Sadakchaap, suits them perfectly, down to those fake Nikes. Citizens of different cities react to eve-teasers react differently. If such men came across any woman who grew up drinking lassi and eating makhan parathas, they would be met with a shower of chappals. It is only us, who remain docile. Ignore- we say- it's the best way to stop them. True, ignoring these sidey chaps does help in discouraging them. But when the teasing gets out of hand, then all the anger within each of us will only result in a dastardly implosion.
The worst episode of eve-teasing that I witnessed was in Goa. Our college had gone there for a trip. True, 250 girls in one beach is bait for these hormonally super charged morons. But the fact that they walked around shamelessly holding their camera phones and clicking anyone and everyone they saw irked most of us to no end. We caught several phones and deleted the pictures and threw the phone away and screamed, ‘Catch’ at them! The cheap thrill they got at ogling at badly clicked 1.3 mega pixel cameras was nothing compared to the looks we gave them.
Munnabhai is probably to only ‘tapori’ that intelligent girls can fall for. Wearing clothes that can give even a rainbow an inferiority complex is just plain jatang, not attractive. Begging any and every female to ‘fraaandship them’ is not the best pick up line. When will such men ever understand? It is only in movies that women find rowdy romeos very endearing. And what happens in reel life is a big ‘reelu’. Stay away, please!
Monday, December 31, 2007
Surfing the tide....
It was a Sunday afternoon. No one was at home. And it stood there, looking so inviting. I succumbed to the temptation and quickly drew the curtains. The room became considerably darker now. Aah…perfect. I looked around, half afraid that I’d be caught. But I quickly walked towards it, not wanting to waste any more precious time. It glistened because of a small ray of sunshine coming from a crack in the curtains. Slowly, I picked it up. Giving it a fond look, I committed the ultimate crime. I pressed the red button and switched on the TV. A cacophony of noise immediately took the place of eerie silence and I felt that familiar sense of warmth in me as I sat down with my partner in crime, the remote control; to do what I did best -Channel surf.
Bad habit, I know. It can spoil your eyes and all that. Yes, I’ve been told too. But I’m addicted to channel surfing. And this one Sunday, the remote was all mine. So I started off with the usual channel 8. I’d work my way upto 38 and then start all over again. I’ve tuned all my channels within that frame. On some really boring days, I’d even go all the way upto 99. And then come back to 1. So let’s see what treasure I struck upon today…..
Click Shah Rukh Khan is spending his New Year’s Day in Goa. Good for him. Click Hritik Roshan movie involving aliens and irritatingly bubbly kids. Click The best of Roadies…..all the contestants are sword fighting with some pehelwan kinda dudes. Click Hum Aapke Hain Kaun. Much as I hate to admit that I’ve watched the movie almost 35 times, I decided to bookmark that channel and come back to it later. Click Dawson’s Creek: Some funeral procession going on…not worth mourning for Dawson’s friends on a Sunday. Click High School Musical 2! Oh, but wait…it’s only one of the songs…and it’s in Hindi! Urgh! Click Heroes Nice. I’ll come back to that too Click Q Tv….man is explaining something in Arabic Click Kishore Kumar lookalike contest, I think Click Rerun of some singing competition involving children Click another show involving a children’s singing competition…..really, when I was their age, I’d spend all my free time in the park with other kids…not pleading with the audience to vote Click Oprah’s prime time….oh no….must change the channel quickly…I ran out of all the tissues in the last episode itself Click Some gory movie involving gangsters of some kind. Couldn’t really hear the dialogues…everything was being beeped off Click Tom Hanks….goodie…..but wait…this was only a trailer for the movie that will be aired on Tuesday Click Teleshopping network, I think. Whoa! They’re showing some miracle massaging belt or something Click Another Hritik Roshan Movie…oh wait….this is the sequel to the alien one! The prequel and sequel being shown on rival channels at the same time…doesn’t happen very often Click Click Click All News Channels 19 year old to head a political party. Click Kannada music channel: Kariya, I love you!! Oh dear. Click Discovery: Hmm…sparrows eating lichen with frost on Cacti in the Atacama Desert Click aaah Back to Shah Rukh Khan’s new year plans.
So what did I achieve from 15 minutes of non stop channel surfing? Well, for starters, I know I’m not missing out on anything fabulous while I waste my time watching one channel alone. The feeling of watching everything and yet nothing is so satisfying. Sigh….May god bless the person who invented the remote control!
Bad habit, I know. It can spoil your eyes and all that. Yes, I’ve been told too. But I’m addicted to channel surfing. And this one Sunday, the remote was all mine. So I started off with the usual channel 8. I’d work my way upto 38 and then start all over again. I’ve tuned all my channels within that frame. On some really boring days, I’d even go all the way upto 99. And then come back to 1. So let’s see what treasure I struck upon today…..
Click Shah Rukh Khan is spending his New Year’s Day in Goa. Good for him. Click Hritik Roshan movie involving aliens and irritatingly bubbly kids. Click The best of Roadies…..all the contestants are sword fighting with some pehelwan kinda dudes. Click Hum Aapke Hain Kaun. Much as I hate to admit that I’ve watched the movie almost 35 times, I decided to bookmark that channel and come back to it later. Click Dawson’s Creek: Some funeral procession going on…not worth mourning for Dawson’s friends on a Sunday. Click High School Musical 2! Oh, but wait…it’s only one of the songs…and it’s in Hindi! Urgh! Click Heroes Nice. I’ll come back to that too Click Q Tv….man is explaining something in Arabic Click Kishore Kumar lookalike contest, I think Click Rerun of some singing competition involving children Click another show involving a children’s singing competition…..really, when I was their age, I’d spend all my free time in the park with other kids…not pleading with the audience to vote Click Oprah’s prime time….oh no….must change the channel quickly…I ran out of all the tissues in the last episode itself Click Some gory movie involving gangsters of some kind. Couldn’t really hear the dialogues…everything was being beeped off Click Tom Hanks….goodie…..but wait…this was only a trailer for the movie that will be aired on Tuesday Click Teleshopping network, I think. Whoa! They’re showing some miracle massaging belt or something Click Another Hritik Roshan Movie…oh wait….this is the sequel to the alien one! The prequel and sequel being shown on rival channels at the same time…doesn’t happen very often Click Click Click All News Channels 19 year old to head a political party. Click Kannada music channel: Kariya, I love you!! Oh dear. Click Discovery: Hmm…sparrows eating lichen with frost on Cacti in the Atacama Desert Click aaah Back to Shah Rukh Khan’s new year plans.
So what did I achieve from 15 minutes of non stop channel surfing? Well, for starters, I know I’m not missing out on anything fabulous while I waste my time watching one channel alone. The feeling of watching everything and yet nothing is so satisfying. Sigh….May god bless the person who invented the remote control!
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