She's Gonna Break

(A very apt title from one of Less Than Jake's songs.)

I wrote something in class today that I am half disturbed by and half deliriously joyful about.

It was gory and bloody and so unlike what i stick to. I'm usually subtle about violence-depicting the aftermath or events preceding it. This is because i know that nothing make-up and write can rival a person's imagination. So i take the more effective (yet easy) way out.

Point in fact- its not my style to write something that includes the words 'bloody stumps'. Apparently now it is. I feel like its a barrier I've broken. And it feels good.

But of course, as some sort of unconscious response to what I thought was non-existent societal pressure, immediately after the disturbing piece I wrote a 'normal' one. (Well, for me anyway)

A dent in my momentous 'toeing the line' incident.

Eh, I'll live with it.

The Slump of 08

Well, life's full of ups and downs they say. (I must find 'them' and have a chat with 'them')
And i'm in one of em 'downs' people.

Its a freaky place to be. But anyway, at least i'm getting some writing done. :) I have retreated into the literary world of late. And though depressing it is that i can only manage tp put together something literary when i'm depressed, it is the truth. I got out of the funk of writing about depressing things a long time ago, though. I now write what i want to write and not what i feel like. There's a difference, trust me.
Notebooks that i have hoarded like a pack rat and never used have to be dragged out of hidey-holes. And that is not something I'm familiar with. I'm actually thinking about publishing some and that's definitely new. Definitely.

Another world i'm retreating into is that of the cinema. I have watched a shitload of film(yes singular, not plural). Seriously. Five movies after which i truly thank the gods for their existence (the films, not the gods.) I've never given it enough credit. I think its an art; being able to sit motionless, in one place so engrossed in a fictional(well, mostly) character's sordid (or unsordid) life while holding your pee in long enough for you to consider that your kidneys could be failing any minute now. I made it to the loo. Just in case anyones wondering.

As a rebellious action 'gainst my literary inspirations, i'm going to leave all the 'i's from the 'I's and 'I'm's uncapitalized! So there! Depression, i ain't your bitch!
(seriously that was a huge step for me. i don't like spelling stupid words like 'douche bag' wrong. And i have the annoying habit of correcting people's english. Ah well, screw it. If its wrong, its wrong.)

And all jokes aside. I know that somethings going to happen. I'm teetering on the precipice. Waiting for that feather-touch to send me over the edge. Its not a bad thing. Its just.....imminent. And i'm ready for it.

A'nagar-Home away from Home

The vehery long blog silence has been due to my sheer laziness. One would think its because I am on vacation somewhere in the wilderness of Maharashtra but no, in fact, i am in the warm and safe confines of a beautiful house complete with computer, tata sky and access to the internet. But Dubba was over here with me for a long time and my family is a hand and armful as it is so even looking at the computer to think about writing a blog seemed like a monstrous task. I have dragged myself over here after quite an eventful few days. Today is the day before the last day here and i am feeling it :( (in me very bones Cap'n!)

Ah...what a time it has been! It was sedentary yet eventful, uneventful but peaceful and a whole lot of fun! The gazebo in the garden must have an overwhelming urge to uproot itself and leave just in case we come over again to sit for hours and have loooonng family chats that could appeal to noone but us. The corridor will be mighty empty without me rushing up and down it to get something or the other from my mess-of-a-room. And the dining table won't be groaning with the weight of food that i inhale within minutes of it being placed there.

My parents have changed a lot of houses these past three years but it doesn't matter one tiny bit as long as i get to see the things that have been around me for the past twenty years. You may know what i'm talking about but you also know thats not going to stop me from illustrating with an example. When i see the little wooden bar i feel all warm inside and and not even because of the anticipation of drinking (I don't drink much)! The same goes for the strange coconut ashtray, the twenty thousand magnets on the fridge, the pillow cases i've slept on throughout my childhood, the carpet that still has scuff marks from whenever i was overexcited and so much more. Sigh. There's no place like home. :)

The Fly Dutchmen and more important stuff

Hey ya'll!

Its Dutch men this time. I have a new band whose music i adore. I shall introduce them on treble notes when my turn eventually comes so please please check them out! Yeh!

I have had an eventful time these past two weeks! :)

The biggest news being that things finally fell into place perfectly and i got my tattoo! Its a phoenix and I'm glad that i waited till now. The munches (MMmunch and osh) were present, cringing as i did, holding my hand(without me asking) and laughing graciously at all the jokes that came as a nervous tic to me in anticipation of the awesome pain that was tattooing (I kid. It didn't hurt all that much. Pretty overrated methinks. But the jokes, i admit, were killer. ) 

One thing irks me about the whole shebazzle(thats a made-up word but you get the idea. If you don't, leave now). The minute people find out i have a tattoo, one of the FAQS is "How much?" whilst eagerly nodding waiting for a ridiculously cheap amount to pop out of my mouth (Twelve rupees!). Well, they do hear a ridiculous amount but one thats at the other end of the spectrum.

In Sharuland, i would nod authoritatively at these people while saying "the tattoo was priceless" but in the real world, i have to admit, it did set me back a bit. But regret doesn't figure in my current mindset. I feel safe and secure in the fact that it will not get infected and i will not in fact get aids (something the oldies in my family never failed to mention while shaking their heads dolefuly when i mentioned getting a tattoo) or some other disease that has nothing whatsoever to do with the needle (did i hear someone say herpes?). I'm happy that i don't have to worry that if it did happen i would have someone to blame and thereafter sue the pants off (pun intended).

Quality counts right!?

In other news(in newscaster-y voice),

• Today was Widegrin's sister's birthday and i had an utter and total BLAST! The chocolate 'non sponge' cake, the chinese food, the ghost story i told that freaked me out more than anyone else, the chain of ghost stories that followed, lorita's 'ghost story' that made me make my throat soar, the phantom knocks on wood, the hysterical laughter and photo session to top it all before the cloud on the way back home. And noone let me forget the boobage! I loved it all! Thank you WG! :)
  

• I'm leaving for Ahmadnagar tomorrow to meet the old man and woman and have a blast! :) Dubba is accompanying me and it should be a fun bus-trip. I am taking my guitar and so my co-passengers shall be well entertained. Whether they like it or not. But the guitar is to be left on the bus. My father has misplaced pride in my guitaring skills and insists on making elaborate plans that all feature me playing in front of an audience. This i do not like. And hence i shall be leaving the guitar on the bus when i reach. Why take it in the first place, you ask? Need you ask when it concerns moi?
  

It is now 2:34 a.m and i am well out of things to do online since this post is now over. 

Ciao!

Ima gwain tuh Pune! Whu!

I'm my own conga line!
I swear its fun and easy. And all in three easy steps:

1. Watch joey and learn the joey dance.
2. Four jolts to a circular motion with hands (like stirring a large cauldron) and four words for each jolt. (You can use mine or your own...or increase or decrease words. Really, do what you frikkin want)
3. Don't forget the "Whu!" at the end that is punctuated with an alternately upward-downward both hand throwing out gesture thing, accompanied by weirdly twisting knee-bendy motion.
PS if my instructions are complex, its because I'm being selfish and dont want to share the perfectness fo the dance with you.

Ah, Pune.
My five glorious years in Pune are like a dream for me, or a nightmare. I had a horrendous time there, i had a wonderful time there. I'm effin dissapointed i didn't stay but i'm glad i got out when i did. I think i made great friends there(even if i suck at keeping in touch with them). I know i made a few enemies (even if im the one who hates them and they hardly know i exist).

And now, i've been in Bangalore for 2 years, 4 months and 16 days(half the time i was in Pune). 2 years, 4 months, 16 days of growing up, feeling the pain, being stepped on, kickin ass, hauling ass, being victorious, being rebellious, being secretive, being told off, telling people off, being miserable, being elated and finally realizing that vanilla is indeed my favourite ice cream for a reason and that i like being this person. This irrevocably crazy, at times insecure person who just can't get enough of learning about herself through obsessively scrutinizing other people.
And thats why i love both these places. I love them because they have attached to their very core whoever i am today(talk about being in love with inanimate objects!). To sum it all up its like i'm a snail making slow progress through life while leaving slime marks all over these places like a personal marking ritual.
I realize the analogy is just pure absurd and grose but its late and i'm distracted.

D day- 25th October

Ben Stiller is Hilarious

I was youtubing.
And i found this:
Jack Johnson-Taylor
And i watched it. And laughed.
And laughed.
And watched it again.

Ben Stiller is hilarious.
And Jack Johnson is a doll.

SHOOTING PEOPLE! (and ourselves)

The time is 9:52 a.m
After 11 non stop hours of beheauuutiful sleep I am as refreshed as can be. Though Amumma is unhappy since i was too exhausted to eat dinner yesterday. TOTAL coincidence that i brought it up but Speaking of yesterday...

Yesterday was fun! We were filming for a mock news bulletin and from one thirty to six we were all behaving like one big ferocious lioness who is over protective of her cub. The cub being the HDV camera of course. There was some prowling around the camera, snapping at each other, reprimanding the misbehaving camera and walking through campus in a large group around it(i believe they're called prides).
haha....ahhh*wipes tear from eye* good times, good times.

The second analogy i thought of was Lord of the Rings!

One camera to screw with them all. One camera to mess with 'em. One camera to bring them all and in the darkness torture em. :D

The camera seriously had some kind of evil hold on us all and i was surprised we weren't screaming 'preciiouuuusss' repeatedly by the end of it! (Considering i think i was the most Gollumish of them all)
But the whole afternoon was eventful....we had a few laughs (a certain someone who fell asleep and started snoring during the recording. Plus the point when i began to take things too seriously imagined i was a reporter for CNBC) and a few fights (intra and inter group :D) and lots of walking about like vagabonds with expensive equipment and lots of getting bitten by viciously hungry mosquitos. (And the camera-person (madhu n i) couldn't do anything about it. Self-enforced torture! Wu-hoo!)
I got so used to being stared at and being asked questions that i got a little confused it wasn't happening once the camera was safe at college and i was home.
We had a mini photo session once the camera battery died and and then went home.
All in a day's work! (We have to film again on monday.)
Ta fer now!

Note: Auto guys are VERY interested in any sort of filming. Our piece outside college had to be shot again TWICE because they kept pulling up beside the camera and gazing with glazed eyes at it not realizing that the horrendous noise of their vehicles was streaming into the video like some kind of evil virus. No wonder its called an idiot magnet!!

The Return of Dougie and Examination stories

Dougie has returned! The star reptile of my bedroom stopped by my right wall for a minuscule second before heading over to his favourite hotspot; near his mirror. He checked himself out (AGAIN) in the reflective band of the clock and made a quick exit out the window.
*drumroll*
BUT NOT WITHOUT A QUICK PHOTO!

Dougieproof!

Speaking of strange animals, we recently had examinations and there is a sub-species commonly known as 'invigilators' that are inevitably a part of them..

Our college is really coming down hard on cheating and the invigilators thus, were forced to divulge into the bounty hunting profession, out on the hunt for dirty low down cheats (literally). I found this entire scenario very entertaining and kept bursting out into laughter every now and then-while writing my paper. Obviously this only aroused their suspicion in my 'activities' and I had a tough time not taunting them outright.

Anyway here are a few things that made me laugh:

Halfway through the exam, alls quiet on all fronts, the invigilators are prowling down the aisles praying that they catch someone, anyone, to claim as their prized catch, like brutally competitive fisherman. And then it happened-the ultimate travesty! A phone rang. I immediately looked up (I'd rather have died than missed this moment) in time to catch a flurry of activity. The bounty hunters all stopped in their tracks, beady eyes aglow with the bloodthirst of a hungry tiger. Then simultaneously, they raised their heads upward as far as their necks would allow and turned them to and fro rapidly. IT WAS HILARIOUS! They looked exactly like meer-cats. (See below)
(Please disregard the cat head that popped up suddenly. This is the only nice photo i could scrounge up)
Another fun story that a classmate told me and MM munch after one of the exams goes a little like this. A particular boy (who shall remain unnamed) had a dreadful cold and he was obviously in possession of a handkerchief that was considerably doused in his errr....snot. A lady invigilator (the most ruthless type of this sub-species) walks up to his desk and eyes his 'innocent' looking handkerchief suspiciously. She then proceeded to pick up the sodden rag and unfold it till it couldn't be unfolded anymore and in the process touching its every inch.

Karma is a bitch. And a vindictive little boy with a cold who knew just how to get them back. Well done, son!!

The munches and Yakub have their own way of typical behaviour in the exam hall..

MM is hereby labelled 'tough munch' since she refused to give up her paper till the last minute and resort to a mini-tug of war with the invigilators that was downright ballsy. Me and Pari watched bemusedly from outside the window.
Oshmunch feverishly writes in her paper like she's recharging her life's energy through the act of writing in the goshdarned thing. She is another that refuses to surrender the paper unless the time is beyond up.
Yakub is probably the only one who walks out of the exam hall like a brilliant ray of sunshine. Jokes, grin and all. (While complaining about imminent failure even.)
My main aim after an exam is to get away from the source of my worry as quickly as possible and it works wonders on me!

Soul Men (Sigh)

Yikesipee! (as MM munch would say since she's obsessed with that Tad Hamilton movie )

I know i have raved about him before. But you must watch this guy singing. You must, you must!
Marc Broussard singing 'Come in from the cold'.
Raw, live; awesome!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WY5UAzG6P4

And another soul man is Shawn Mullins. (yes, thats how his name is spelt)
This second dude's voice is pure but tampered with-GOLD! Its reedy and bassy and just makes your heart reverberate and i recommend him to anyone who has a pair of ears. Or even one ear.

Shawn Mullins singing his song 'Lullaby'.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoWEpKBgNM8&feature=related
You must also check out his version of House of the Rising Sun:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OYiqplKrLo&feature=related

Two new loves. One new Fascination.

Marc Broussard

My lord! This man's voice is just awe inspiring. Its almost as good as Marley's, in that it is TRADEMARK. Now if i hear his voice again I'll know it. Flat out know it. Its reedy quality is just awesome and his style of singing is 'being involved'. I don't know if its a drawback for him as a performer but he just loses himself in the song so much that you'd think he was alone and really didn't care if he had an audience or not! His eyes closed tight, every emotion of the song showing through on his face and with that you just know that he's LOVING what he's doing at that very moment. This is what i call soul music. Anyway, I'm burning rubber on youtube trying to find every live performance of the guy there is to see and i just had to blog about it. Had to had to had to.

Football

No. Not the american kind. That's just glamourised Fight Club. I'm talkin bout this year's UEFA suddenly catching my fancy after twenty years of being alive. I don't know what it is. Mebbe its the Bangalore weather. Mebbe its the new medication i'm taking. I don't know but i like to watch football now. I don't know much about the intricacies of the game and i sur do't know all the 'legends'of the game but i'm a fast learner.

Anyway, Germany is my favourite at this point. (It has nothing to do with the fact that they're winning right now. Nothing i say.)

My fascination is with my new friend in my room. My semi-pet-who-is-kinda-like-me LIZARD!

Yep, the shardom has a new subject-reptilian mind you-who is narcissitic as hell! I have decided to name him Dougie. Well, anyway, Dougie keeps coming out from behind my desk/mirror thing and travels stealthily to my wall clock that has a shiny reflective band around it and here, Dougie comes to a halt. He then proceeds to stare at his reflection in the reflective material, tilting his head this way and that to get better angles. I am not kidding you here! He just hung around there for the entire episode of 'Bones' that i was watching. Since i knew i had to blog about this and you guys wouldn't believ me, i got a photo! Yes, i caught Dougie the narcissitic reptile in the act! And here is the proof.

I was a tad nervous and hence the camera shook:

A better shot. The doug was still sitting pretty and loving it.

A close-up and he was still checking himself out:

The flash irked him a bit, but did he run away? No! He's one solid narcissist he is, our Dougie.

Of Lucknow & the munches

Lucknow is a beautiful place.
The architecture is just so heavenly for a weirdo like me- my home and the city!
The roads in the market we visited today were infested, for lack of any better word to use, with people. The buildings are gorgeous peices of British raj architecture that are cloaked with the grime of over-use and inhabitation. You almost forget that most of them are an average of two hundred years old!
All the memories of people and events attached to it seem to rush at me when i look at them and i always leave with a warm feeling of having gone through time. (Ah, if only!) I wouldn't mind living in one of those aged structures at all. I'd take high ceilings and rotting plumbing ANY day as opposed to sleek, lo maintenance flats! I can imagine myself in one of those cutesy rooms, with a strangely coloured, rickety ceiling fan and a wooden screen in one corner and a rocking chair in the other. All this looking onto a busy street though stained glass windows or wooden arches. Sigh.

The house here is awesome and i have been so busy being rapt with pleasure that i have neglected taking any classy photos of the place. That shall be next on my agenda.
Now as for my company,
I have realized that time spent with the munches is time well spent. ANY amount of time. WHATEVER we're doing, its fun.
Whether we're laughing hysterically at made-up scenarios or arguing, or being snappy or sharing companionable silences.
Aaah. The joy of time well spent is...well..a joy.
Anyway, Lucknow is hosting the munches for now and the two days we have spent here have been fun even though they did not include anything Lucknowi per say. Two dinners out, one argument, one afternoon of awesome gift giving (courtesy MM) and some questionabl guitar-playing later and i can't wait for it all to start again tomorrow!
I'm glad for the munches.
I'm glad for Lucknow.
This is one contented bunny rite now.
:)
Oh, and my family rocks too.

Internship story II

Four words that made me happy today: "What do you think"

Dude and duder from *** real estate agency walk into office for a preliminary look at our ideas for their brochures, flyers et stalls for exhibition. Sat down for about an hour.
Twas fun. Especially when my boss asks me : "Any inputs Sharanya?". She probably saw the deperate look in my eye that clearly said "ASK MEEE! PLEASEE!" After her enquiry i was immediately pulled into the discussion and boy was i glad! Since most of the copy ideas were my babies, i rattled on about the one we'd chosen and allayed their doubts about its viability. I was so happy that i didn't stutter or spit (as i am usually prone to do). But this was ok! Later, me and dude are looking at the mock-up on the comp and my boss leaves to take a call and we're alone in the room. Since i am the queen of awkward silences, one obviously followed. And then...

Dude: (looking at brochure) "What do you think?"
Me: (almost choke on spit but recover) "Erm...its nice!"
At this point i was thinking what a shite thing to say!! i should have said, its brilliant! Mind blowing! Now he's gonna ask for a do-over and my boss is gonna fire my ass! Might as well leave right now.
Dude: "Why do you think its just nice?"
Shit. I desperately look to see if my boss is returning this century and stall by pretending to cough.
Me: "Well, you know. I think the tagline may give a kind of negative vibe to a reader. And one of the advantages of a good tagline is that it draws a potential customer in. This tagline just sounds nice. It doesn't actualy have anything to do with what you're showcasing right?" (i ended on a questioning note because his face had remained impassive the entire time)
I've blown it.
Dude: "And what would you suggest?"
Uh oh. Challenge time.
Me: "How about ******** instead of this." Fingers crossed

Status of my suggestion: Accepted
My Status : Ecstatic

Pari's B'day

1. Pari's birthday was a blast. (For everyone else because i was in one of my friskiest moods!) Just Baked was a fun place to be though i may never go there again on account of an embarassing moment that i shall take with me to the grave. No more shall be said of that event but i will say that we had an absolute blast! Things that happened:
   "surprising" birthday girl with a cake.
   missing filming of some important moments (no worries, they were artfully recreated later)
   laughing like idiots at things that weren't funny
   getting dissaproving looks from Osh (she knows why, i know why. nuff said)
   regretting wearing a skirt
   appreciating Pari's expression as she looked adoringly at her new Oasis collection.
   getting a special hug for secret reasons from the birthday girl.
   "The proposal" that was slightly delayed due to afore mentionedexpression. (it lasted around five minutes. one thing that was not and could not be recreated)
   The yum confectionaries that adorned the table for about five seconds before they were demolished.
   
   One of the funnest times! Apart from the embarassing incident-but with me, thats a given!

ITALY!

Im going here someday.

Birthday blog

I had written a post at twelve at night on June 7. Small problem. I forgot to post it. So here it is!

Its myyy birrthhhdaayy!
And this midnight post is dedicated to.....ahem.....none other than......ME!
*wipes tear from corner of eye* "This means SO much to me! Its such an honour and having this honour is so honourable that it honours the ass out of other honourable things that people have ever honoured me with. Sigh."
Now away with the insanity and to more sane one sided conversation.
Birthdays are just the funnest things! People can't scream at you. They can't yell, gesticulate, make hand gestures, speak rudely or argue with you. They just have to put up with all the...ahem..."attributes" that define you as a person. Now, all my birthdays have pretty much been days of fun, frolic and otherworldly displays of affection (don't ask). So this year, I've decided to out down some things as guidelines for all things birthday related, not necessarily applicable to me. (Hell yea!)

1. The GOLDEN RULE is that however insufferable the person is (my friends will be nodding their heads here) you just GOTTA suck it up and be nice to em! Come hell or high handed five player poker.

2. The next rule is that a kiss and a hug does NOT, i repeat, does NOT, count as a birthday gift in this galxy or the next. If you're gettin someone (me) a card, get a gift to go with it for chrissake.

3. Next, if you have any inkling about how old the person is, even a vague flying clue about which decade they have entered, don't ask how old they are. Unless, that is, if you have a death wish or actually are that dumb.

4. My favourite! MY birthday without cake is like tweety without silvestor, just another talkin bird, full of herself. The cake numbs the talk ya see. (I'm in metaphor hell, so shoot me!)

5 You absolutely HAVE to address me with the prefix, Your Highness, at all times. It would only seem the right thing to do.

6. Read carefully ma darlins, none of the above matters if you reaaalllllyyyy lurrrvvvee me! MWA!
Ciao!

Aerosmith in India!

I went to the Aerosmith concert! Not only my first concert in Bangalore but my first EVER! It was real fun!
(Gettin there deserves another story altogether so i won't add that here)
It was quite a nice experience. I mean, who gets to stand in the middle of a stinking crowd(I dont mean that metaphorically, i mmean reaaallyy stinky and i shamelessly agree that after an hour we were adding to the stench) for two hours while waiting for the band ta grace us with their presence. There was wild cussing (most of it by our group) and there was crappy joke cracking(all of it by our group) and then there were people trying to squeeze past. Don't ask me where. We were packed like sardines! I mean, you dint have to make an effort to stand, you just had to stand! And wouldn't you believe it, i had the time of my life! That is, of course, untill the claustrophia and the furnace like heat was just unbareable. We left and took refuge near one of the huge speakers. And it was better there! We had the benefit of the two speakers and huge screens plus a view of the stage. We came out on top in the end.
Aerosmith was just the best. I could see how talented the guys were and how little effort they had to put in to entertain the masses. Their music was just fantastic. Tyler was just amzing and i couldn't believe that the guy is actually ancient! Bit cliche but the first song was Sweet Taste of India.
Perry seemed a bit obsessed with Vindaloo and incense but he changed his tune later and said that what he really loved India for was the Kama Sutra. How honoured we are.
Another thing that comes to mind is that foreigners come to India with such pre conceptions in their heads. Its disgusting. We're people too for heaven's sake! The other day me n Sangi were going somewhere on my bikey and we passed these two cops trying to usher two dumb looking cows off the road. (They had duh expressions on their face and were looking at the cops like they were aliens but never forgetting to chew cud at the same time.) Now thats surprising, seeing cows on mg road! So we laughed and we were just about to turn away when we saw these two foreigners lurking around a few feet away with their eyes wide open and (unfortunately) with a camera in their hands. They were clicking away like mad things and that just took the cake as the cows became confused and decided that they liked having their picture taken after all, adding further to the humiliation our country would face when the foregners would go home and show their children and grandchildren high quality photos of portly policeman ushering cows off the main road in a metropolitan Indian city.
"Where's that grandma?" says cute ten year old.
"Oh honey, thats Bangaloooree in Indiar. They have things like that happening all the time! Quite fascinating isn't it?" says ignorant grandma.
Methinks cameras should be banned but then, word of mouth is worse.

ArrrrBaaz and the Rest

Went to Java City on Sunday. From work. Sat there and it wasn't the same. Kristofer was there. (Birdie is in the northern half of the country right now.) Kush was there. And a few other people I didn't know. Maybe i was tired. Kush was tryin to keep the mood up. (He even broke into song at one point. I gave him such a horrified expression that the poor thing stopped abruptly) Max was banging away on his percussion contraptions and all i could do was give a weak nod. (sad, sad) Even La Bamba couldn't wrench me out of my stupour. Well whatever it was, it went away the next day. (Thank the God of Grumbles!)
Work was fun that day. I had NOTHING to do (not that i was complaining.) I was actually pretending to do some ground breaking journalistic stuff(poetbay and orkut) when Poetyes called me to her ummmm....lets say cubicle for lack of any better alternative...and she told me to call Arbaaz Khan!( Black Buck killer's brother) Since it was my first brush with fame(after my meeting with Rahul Dravid, that is) I was skipping around the place squealing "I'm gonna interview Arbaaz Khan!" and irritating everybody. Only later did i realize that it wasn't such a huge thing. Who knew? Didn't Arbaaz Khan save the world sometime recent?? I think he did.
Anyway, I spoke to the man. He was sweet and everything. I forgot to ask him half the stuff and fabricated the rest in the article (DISCLAIMER: I most certainly DID not!)
I spent half of today talking to the people at LCI in Bangalore. Laughter Club International. I managed not to laugh even once. (How hard is it to tell a joke now and then.)

On a completely different note, i have a new joke! It goes;

"How do you know you're a pirate?"
"Ya just arrrrrrr!"

hahahahaha. If you're not rolling on the floor with laughter then get yourself checked out. I told this joke to millions of people and TWO of them laughed(Mangi and Kristofer). You're the abnormal ones :D
Signing off on a happy note....ciao u lot!

Fully Funtional Phones

I forgot to write a post about my new phone! My dad got me one when my nokia something-or the-other decided to go blank in the screen area. (I'd dropped the phone about a million times but the two incidents are hardly related, are they?) anyway, about the new phone, its a Samsing something-or-the-other. And its fun!

I have new ringtones after ages. Right now its Pink Floyd.
I have cute pictures of fuzzy little animals and my niece too! (the two are not in the same category)
I have games that my cousin has mastered. I have passwords for my inbox.
I have a way to keep track of time now! (Don't ask me how i managed before. I got quite used to asking vague people on the street the time)

And one huge plus point-I CAN SEE THE SCREEN!!!
Here's to fully funtional phones; for now.

Change

Things that have changed recently:

I'm not the newest intern!!! YAY! *does hip tango*(Its contagious Noopur! Go ta hell 'Boy')

Writing poetry is coming back! Just couldn't write something meaningful for sometime! But I'm back baby! Poetbay doesn't know what hit it!

I can now multi task too....listen to music and write poetry. *yet another hip tango*

Dad left today :( but, no worries, he's coming back on 5th of June (three days before my birthday)

New songs have been downloaded. Hinder songs, What goes around, Bless the broken road, Cupid's Chokehold.

Have finally gotten the knack of driving something with four wheels.

A Rare Moment

I'm pretending to work but am actually here, at my favourite place on Earth. I haven't had lunch. I've been working since 11 in the morning and I just finished. You cannot believe how relieved i am. I want to hold on to this feeling forever!!! (seldom does it come my way)

Now about the recent 'boy' issue-:
*the following said with intense sarcasm*-I'm so happy that my guestbook has becomen a pseudo battlefield for dum'boy' vs the rest. It jus gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside to know that my blog gives reason for people to hate each other.
But don't stop commenting please! I love love love it! I would write more about you writing about my blog (I would write more sense if i had some food in me) but if i don't go and eat lunch NOW i may just collapse. ciao munchkins!

'Boy' still not welcome. Bugger orf!