DEEEEEEEEEEEWAAAAAAAAAALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...........................!!!
Yeah, Diwali today.. crackers, sweets.. people... greetings... diyas..... yeahhhhh.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We lit diyas all around our house.. sweet little little ones... took up pics..



Had some sweets.. and to Honnis we go...... We light another batch of diyas there.. there are children everywhere.. there are sparklers.. there are flowerpots..there are 'chakras'.... there are rockets.. there are pitter pattering little crackers.. and the awesome ever famous.. always in demand 'Ola Paddak'. Its a beeeeeeeeeg beeeeeeeeeg Hullabalooo..... Everyones laughing.. shouting... talking all at the same time.... We run through the smoke.. jump over the flames.. squint through the flashes... We scream at the top of our voices imitating a Banshee type cracker called 'Kurava Poo' which gives out a wail when lit... we howl at the flop outs... we applaud the loud ones.. our hands are busy moving around, they write out names.. they draw pictures.. and yet find their ways to block our ears... we dance with sparklers.. yell at the quick tingles.. try to invent new ways to burst the varieties of crackers in our reach...


We hurt fingers.. we bump feet... we scare the grown ups.. we even burn a hole through someones chaddi.. We are having soo soooo soooooo much fun... and the next moment.... we are pelted with Rain.... Run.... Run.. Run.............
And zap.. everybodys inside.. there are no more crackers.. no more bangs.. no more rockets shooting up through the sky... its quiet.. like someone put a switch off....

Wheres Diwali now?????? We are waiting with our faces stuck to the window.. when will the rain stop..???? Waiting... .... ...... ..

And so like that NirmO would be forced to hold an exhibition of the pics hes clicked and collected over years.. And you can see scores of gud clicks... The result of his open eyes travel... his forest tours.. all those nights he spent with only odomos for company on the streets and amidst green... and Voila right there where the room opens up you will find the pic hes got of mine. Ya the same on the only one in which i look good.. (See how gud a photographer he is....? he even made me look good on screen). And you will find me smiling away.. looking into oblivion... and it will make you wonder at what i m thinking.. and what i m smiling at. People coming to see the exhib would whisper to each other when they spot me walking around.... "Theres the girl from NirmOs pic". Whoa..! I will be the next Mona Lisa.
Well, i dont know how i can be Mona Lisa off the screen if people dont recognise me thanks to my hair making me look like Salman Khan from Tere Naam. Now if you are not familiar with his look from that movie heres a pic for you...

And heres mine that you can use to compare...

ok ok its the same.. now if i look just like that why should i put up a diff one???

Ok coming back to NirmO... His pics are real cool. You can find all moods in there... specially coz he loves reading people.. he tries to potray the same in the pics he does of people.... n the others.. well he catches the beauty they project the way it is..... You can check em out at...
Well i will get a link as soon as i find him.. he MIA tonight..

And so NirmO.. you have entered ma blogs too....
Yeahhh...!!!!!!!
So wheres ma bournville???? Or should i get it for myself????

Why is Atacama the driest desert having Rainforests spread out on one side and The Pacific on the other???? I asked this question to my ever the ear friend Mr.Mooondu.. and what would he do but propose a vacation there.. So thats what we did.. zoom off to Atacama... whoooopeeeeee......!!!!!!!! Oh man... it is really beautiful a place to be if you can forget the dryness and the heat hitting you... We ran around a bit.. played some 'sand muffin' but it was more like sand soup.. there was no binding agent.. Pulled out some shrubs and scratched at some moss. The restless twins we were, we got bored sitting around in the middle of the desert so we started walking towards the forest..We had The Andes blocking our way.. but who can stop us??? We got there and OH MY...!!!! was it a forest??? I mean can you even call it a mere forest???? It was like walking into the black hole.... the darkness was totally engulfing.. from everywhere.. and all the creepy sounds.. chirps and hoots and buzzzzzzzzz...... that swam throughout the forest from all the sides.. it was so lovely in a scary sort of way... Tall tall trees.. green green everywhere.. insects whooshing around... wow....
It got us in spirits and we just couldnt wait to see the other end of the desert.. we ran all the way across.. and there it lay.. wide and open.. vast and in vain... blue blue blue......never ending.... The Pacific... We ran straight into the waters.. oh so cool.... we splashed and wade and scrambled about.... The perfect vacation...
We were content with our choice.. we spent the rest of the day running through the desert.. to the rainforests and back to the ocean... and we even got company.. A desert Chilla... cute little thing.. and it accompanied us on our rounds to and fro.. a lively untiring sweetheart... Well we had to leave him there.. But Mr.Mooondu is adamant bout goingback there again.. Hell-bent upon making the desert wet.. even if it means he will have to pee all around to accomplish the grand feat....
All the Best with that...

Well.. the reason for the dryness is given so..
"The Atacama Desert in Chile is the driest desert on Earth because it is blocked from moisture on both sides (by the Andes Mountains to the east and high pressure over the Pacific at a latitude which keeps moisture from coming in from the west)."

There was nothing to do, so me and Legget were playing cards. And who should pay us a visit but Shakespear.. He had travelled all the way just to see me. Know why??? He wanted to meet me personally after he had read my poetries. He said they were so tragic and sad and pathetic that he had to meet me.
I think he was hurt. I mean he is after all the Master of Tragedy. Well he praised my works and we discussed as to how the emotions for such poetries came and Legg was so bored that he fell asleep, and we went on talking for about an hour. He was so awed by my Maxriter Pen that he decided to take it back with him. He also read out one of his works... well I wasnt listening.. I was paying more attention to his clothes.. Awesome.. Wonder if I can infuse that style in my designs.
And then it was time for him to leave. Poor man.. he has to travel so much to get to his era... But I dont mind.. He chose to come.. i never asked him to.. did I???
While leaving he held my hand and said to me.. "Roopee, my dear, my child... Thou art such a superrrrb writer, but I beseech of thou, this one favour... By grace donot write too much.. or thou shalt put me out of business...!!!!!!!" I was so flattered and honoured... But the smirk I caught on his face struck me right on my forehead.. Stupid me to fall for all this.. He was just being Sarcastic in all his praises and good words... How could he?? And he took away my pen too... He left me Shaken and Speared awrite..!!

Germs Germs Germs...

And that way Germany killed Argentina. Plucked em right off the roots. Flash back

The match is about to begin. Its me and dad... Supporting Germany. Just coz we want Argee down. Bro is for Argee. Hes out watching the match with his friends.
We settle down. 3 minutes passed.. and Meuller scores a GOAAAAALLLLLLL...... Ooooooooohhhhh... Joy erupts outta us.. I cant stand it. I have ta get there.. oh yes oh yes... So I climb through the TV and get to the grounds. Wow... this games crazzzzzzyyyyy...... I was there.. in the sidelines.. running with the players.... I cheered up Klose, encouraged Neuer... Ran down the sidelines following each pass, killing Tevez a 1000 times in my head and bumped into the referee twice. He said something in some language I didnt understand.. but who cares. All I wanted to do was cheer Germany. Go Germs... I was all around... screaming at Lahm and Ozil methods to pass... shouting abuses at Maradonna ... hoping Messi would trip.. following Boatengs huge figure up and down the ground...and then Falling over my head at Podolskis pass and screaming my head out of pure joy when Klose ran the ball into the net.. yeahhhh........ Germs score again.... WOOOOOOHHOOOOOOOOooo...... Heaven...!!!!!!!!!!!
And the I continued my runs... Shrieking at fouls.. sighing with relief when Argee's sent the balls flying out beyond the net.. kicking Burdisso in my head... and then came the third goal... Friedrich kicked the ball straight in there.. no one to stop him.. I screamed my gut out... Woooopiiiieieeeeee.e........ And the Referee shows me a RED card... ME.... RED CARD... WHAT???? And am not even in the game... HUFFFF......!!!! Now I miss the semis... Great.... Thank u..
In the end anyways I managed to get hold of Meullers jersey.. but then I saw Maradonna crying.. so just gave it to him near the green room.... Oh you should have seen his 1000 watt smile... Ha. Thats all that he gets today. Take that....
God am so pissed at that guy.. An oversized fellow in a shapeless suit.. (Seriously doesnt he have any designer working his clothes..???) Now he can run naked for all he cares coz.. well he will have to sell off his clothes to make a living... Ha...
Germs are spreading.....

Near Death...

Today Charlie and I sat down to watch a movie. Half way through the movie everything started shaking, the computer, the table, the clock, our chair, us.. everything... We knew what was coming. We had asked for this. And slowly with the shake came a dull "THUD" ... "THUD".... Oh yes, Rudy was out. Charlie looked at me, I looked at him.... Our eyes did the talking. We have to take cover. We rose ever slowly as to not make any disturbance.. and inched our way to a cave nearby... We waited... the footsteps came closer.. and closer and closer still until we could see Rudys shadow block the entrance. We held our breathe... He wont hear us.. he wont see us.. he will leave. But dunno whether it was the Fishy smell from Charlie or the Cashew smell from me that gave us away.. but the next instant Rudys eyes were staring at us.. Oh no.... We have to go further into this horrible 'Cave of Crap'... Have to get away from Rudy... We ran... Rudy roared and started following us... Run Run Run.. He can very well catch up with us... Oh no again... Water. The 'River of Ruckus'. What do we do now?? Charlie nor me knew how to swim. We looked around frantically. I spotted a peice of wood and hopped on. Charlie climbed onto my shoulder and we pushed ourselves out into the fast flowing River. Using the wood as a raft we went gliding along the river fast and outta control. Rudy was still strong on our trail... We maneuvered our raft over rocks and other floating debris.... Charlie's claws dug into my shoulder blades, my hands white from gripping the wood.. We banged into the walls.. ran into muck.. but nothing could stop us. Charlie used his claws to snap away hanging wines.. faster and faster we slid.. and narrower and narrower the cave got... Rudy is never gonna make it through this cave... we knew we could get away if we got to the other end where the cave opens into a fall before he caught up with us. There up ahead.. Daylight... Go GO GOOOO...... Rudy knew we were getting away.. he pushed up his speed and his thumps in the water made waves hard to hold on to.. Oh NOOOOOO... we are overturning..... we are floating..... Rudys getting closer. I grab Charlie and try to swim towards the opening... but out of nowhere theres Rudy right in front of us blocking our getaway. Now what do we do??? He roars... He opens his mouth and charges towards us... Oh wow.. Out of a sudden Brain wave Charlie twists his tail tight and dips it in water and releases it.. It works like a propeller.... and we whoosh away from between Rudy's legs.. his head follows and he topples over... we get to the opening and are thrown out.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... Oh thanks to my oversize t-shirt we glide in the wind..and get to the other side safe.... and there from behind us comes a whimper.. Rudy's head is stuck in the opening.... We have escaped........ Yeah.....Whoooo.. that was some scary experience....
We get back and catch the rest of Ice Age 3... with no one to disturb us... NO ONE at all...

A walk down the lanes...

Brazil was playing yesterday... Mr.Mooondu was busy. So I thought of setting out on a walk by myself.
This time it was not the Sofa shuttle but my Almirah timer that came handy. I set the timer to "Once upon a Time, very loong loong ago.." and Whoosh.. with a pull through my navel I was transported to 'Banned Eden'. Oh, that place is still beautiful, even without anyone to tend for it. There were trees laden with fruits.. flowering plants by the dozen.. by 10000 dozens... grass everywhere.. lanes carved out amidst for walking.. and animals. Ever friendly animals of so many kinds... Oooohhhhh so d%^& (no swears in Gods land.. it gets automatically beeped out.. you can try for urself..) beautiful. And there were also placards afixed around which said.. "Donot feed Human beings".. "Keep Hands off Human Beings.".. "Human Beings Bite.".. and so many more warnings... It was overwhelming.. Ha-Ha.
I even saw Adam and Eve, all with yellow hair and Blue eyes and Clothes made of leaves.. (Eve's tunic was kinda Lovely..), when I looked over the fence, having a Tea with Apple pie and Dried Apples (They still eat Apples there.. the smell could not be mistaken at all..). I took a leisurely walk down the curves. My time was up. I had to get back home before Mom missed me. So I set out. On the way I met The Flinstones. They invited me for dinner..but hey I dont eat Steak cooked Raw. Sorry.

Psssstt.. The Snake offered me a Orange this time.. ???? What is it with me and Oranges???

ALIENzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

Yesterday Mr.Mooondu wanted to watch the Footie match but I wanted to go to the Moon. I dragged him out onto our sofa shuttle. He was a bit huffy.. but I dint give him a damn. We had already had a row over Christino Ronaldo and his looks and his game and his unfair game tactics. Bahhh.... Oh, that man is the talk of the town I think. But I dint know he really existed until I noticed him in yesterdays match.. and even then I dint know that this man I'm seeing here is Ronaldo. (WHAT..??) Well, whatever.. So we set out and this time I made sure I dint sleep. We got to the Moon. OOOooohhhhhh...!!!!!!!!!! Man, I dont blame them for saying Moons made of Cheese.... it was soooooo cheesy everywhere I looked. Cheese and holes.. ok craters. It was awesome. I am planning to make it my official holiday destination. And then I saw them coming... The ALIENS. Woooo... they looked so ..so .. so... beautiful? Extraordinary? Fascinating? weird? I dont know how to explain. What to say.. The sight was so unbelievable. They were all about 4 feet tall with 2 antennaes jutting out of their foreheads.. They were a mix of Blue and Green. And for some reason there were bright silver streaks running vertically all over them in uniform manner. They wore red coloured suspender shorts [WOW.. so developed]. They all had names but all in their language. I cant even pronounce them leave spelling them down. It was all so cute. But Mr.Moondu was so frustrated with having to loose the match showcase and I couldnt take his grumblings any more, so we came back after the intros. :( :( Maybe someother time we would move forward than just hies and hellos.. Cant wait.. Heeee....
And I dint have ta search for My Aliens.. they had come forward as soon as they had seen me. Well I was so overwhelmed.. but all they wanted was the Cheese cake I had in my bag meant to make Mr.Mooondus and my Midnight snack. What was I thinking...

Moon... here we come...!!!!!

Yesterday my friend Mr. Mooondu and me were chatting up late night. Everybody ws asleep, we were worried we would disturb them with the ruckus we were making in my room. The biting, poking and kicking we were doing. So we decided to go up to the Moon for the night where we wouldnt kill anybodys sleep and nobody would disturb us. We intended to to befriend the Aliens of outer space, invite them to Moon and teach them the Classic game of "Athala Puthala Thavallachi". We could play all night. So with such plans we set out wearing the thickest of our coats and boots (Have heard Moon gets really really cold... ). The first few minutes everything went blank, but once outta the earths pull we started to float. It was all dark. There were a lot of rubble flying around. It made me sneeze twice. Mr. Mooondu has been out once so he was okay with it all. There were also Huge Asteroids and Stars that we had to steer clear of. Well, Mr. Mooondu led the way.. so I dint particularly have to worry. But half way there I fell asleep. What with all the dakness and the floating... I just slept off. My friend moved on.
Once there Mr.Moondu looked back luckily for me.. and saw me floating among the stars instead of landing on the Moon with him. So he messaged the ALiens to take me home. 3 of them had to come to carry a sleeping me home. But they got lost and messed up the directions to my house, so Mr.Moondu had to come back to get me to bed. Sad, all plans died then and there.
Well we have planned to go back tonight. Hopefully I will catch sight of my loading-unloading Aliens and be able to Thank them personally.
Wish me luck...!!!!

Science has made us natureless. Anything and everything scientifically proved or made is trusted more than what the nature generously bestows upon us. Did nature ask for this??? Does nature deserve this??? Who knows and well who has the time to care... Who would want to find out anyways.. Its much easier to just let things be.. and let science tell us what to do and what not to. What is good and what is bad.. Science has improved our lives so much that we trust it blindly.. not giving it a second thought. At the same time if you find something, a natures gift, you look at it with so much suspiscion that nature cowers under your eyes. Well it cant be helped. People dont like making mistakes. Nobody wants to take an risk. If science says Amla is good .. well then Amla is good. If science says smoking is bad, fine smoking is bad.. If science says Body heat kills the Ozone layer then Oh my Body heat kills Ozone.. lets all get cold n frozen...
No second thoughts. No doubts. Its all in the wish to live.. to live impressively... to live impressively well.

Ok, Science is good. Atleast now we know how to prevent a number of diseases.. how to cure a number of ailments.. how to eat healthy.. how and when to drink water.. when and how much to work out.. what to wear for the best results.. what to do for a fair face, what to do to get rid of hair ailments..how to survive...how to sleep.. how to keep surroundings clean and germ free.. what is the best way to enjoy... how to go about using time as a measurement.. how to make work easier.. how to reach people far off.. how to communicate.. what is happening at different parts of th world.. what can kill and how much is harmful..how to sit.. how to walk.. whats good for your teeth.. your feet and hands.. nails.. stomach, kidney, liver.. brain, eyes, heart.. ways to douse fire.. melt snow.. make rain.. shelter from natural and unnatural forces... and How to Kill.....

We are all sooooo Happy aint we??????

Dance single forever..

Okay..... so what do i write bout today...
Lemme go back to my kiddo days again.. Like when i was in the 3rd standard or so..
Our annual day was nearing... we were all set for a performance...
A dance performance.. couple dance..
I dont remember how many of us were there.. but 8 or so for sure.. n seeing the old pic i ve i recognize Ijaz, Sithara, Shiju, Rose.. and some others.. and of course me..
My partner was Preethy i remember...
We practised for days and days together.... Dont remember the song..
We cut classes.. we had zero hours.. breaks.. all and all..
it was always practice practice pratcice...
Our excitements helped us through all the hard work...
Oh.. did i mention i was playing a boy...
Well i had my hair cut short.. so it was easy to pass me off as a boy..
We got ready our clothes.. the girls all got custom made frocks.. in red and black..
The boys and those playing boys all had to get their costumes fixed.. blue or black jeans and red shirt or t-shirt.
All set..

The day came... super excitement.
We all gathered together... Head count...
Yes, yes, yes... hey wheres Preethy???
Shes missing..
Maybe shes late..
Lets get on with the preparations...
And the news comes.. Preethys gone to.. umm... i think Chennai...
But wherever... shes gone.. she had to go..
last minute decision or so..
Wow.. great.. Whom do you suppose i dance with now..?
What??? put me out..??? Oh no, Oh no...
Yes.. i m not being put out..then???
What?? I dance alone?? Without a pair???
By myself??? The couple dance???
But How..???

Well.. i managed it all so fine..
It was funny.. but it turned a hit...
All i had to do was hold out my hand and move them inside and out... and groove to the music..
and i was placed in the centre front... Oh Wowwwwww..
so i wouldnt look odd placed elsewhere.. It would look pre-planned if the centre dances alone and just moves..
Super cool....

Well that was the best couple dance i ever had... ever....
Tanx Preethy.. Tanx...

Power

18-05-2010
Tuesday.

Cool na.. giving dates to junk makes it look all formal and journal like. I likey. I m in the living room. Sitting on the floor. Sipping on Milk with honey... With the lappy. Sorry bro, I stole it from yer room. Typing away for fun. Why is it that typing is harder than writing..? Thoughts flow better onto pen than on the computer???? Why???? Well thats nothing that should matter me for now. Whats the unfortunate topic of my blog today??? Power.

POWER.
Power is Earth. Power iss Sky. Power is everything. Our mere existance itself is Power. Power of Life. Power is Everything. Everything is Power. Think about it. Why do we do the things we do?? Its either to claim or earn Power or to prove or show Power. We speak to show our power over our speech and our thoughts. We think coz we have the power to do so. We walk on the power of our legs. We hear coz we have the power to do so. We die when Death overPOWERS Life.
Ok take little little things like the way we drive our vehicles, why we overtake, the importance we give to studies and our positions in class and for some the carefree attitude they show towards studies, the way we work or not work be it at office or at home, the way we stay out of home with friends or away from everybody, the way our mood changes or our attitude changes, the way we hurt someone with words, with actions,everything.. everything is dependant on the power we want or want to prove. Power isall that matters. Its all that lives. Be it the Power of Money, Love, Emotions, Relations, Sentiments, Hate, Anger, be it Physical Power, Mental Power, Artistic, Linguistic whatever and wherever.... its all Power.

So where do we get this Power from????

Brittania Milk Bikis....
Tin tin-ti din......

Dogs came into being..

15-05-2010
Day??? Why would that matter... but for the record its Saturday.

Today was fine. Ok ok.. i m dampening the spirit. Today was great. I loved today. For one fact that it was not completely fruitless and boring. Today I went out with Vish to our all time haven Mall. It was just me and her. We went around laughing and joking all the time. We visited many shops.. tried on some clothes... commented on some.... ate a lot and settled down among books. It was the most peaceful feeling. Being among books. Even if i aint reading. Books give me a lot of happiness. They give me a sense of calm. Be it reading or writing.
Today we talked a lot. I was telling Vish what i know bout History of the Mughals. Junk i read up in a phase of over indulgement in learning bout the history of India. But hey its not junk. Its a part of the history of India. It is a part of what makes India.
Then Vish was telling me bout her study section.. on finance and mutual funds... and insurance.
Bout coffee and the food.. and the books.. and the kids..
It was all fun but intelligent kind of talk.
But the best was a story Vish read out for me from a book on dogs that i would like to share here.

How were Dogs made.

When Adam and Eve (that got us in a discussion as to how Eve was made out of a Rib taken from Adam.. and it bought up the question... if Eve was made from Adams rib.. then why is it that men still have 12 ribs just like women??? They are supposed to lack in one right???) consumed the Fruit of Sin.. (an Apple... I wonder why it is not a banned fruit since it is an apple that caused all the peace out of this was to be peaceful world. But where does Pandoras Box fit in then??? I ve heard all the bad things came out of that box.. ???), God banished them out of the Garden of Eden and made a set of animals to guard the Garden so as to keep them away. Of these pack, some animals followed Adam and Eve and some remained back as savage beasts. Seeing that some of the group He had created had befriended Adam and Eve, God was angry and questioned these animals. To this they replied that As God had not wanted them to be dead which if He had wanted He would have readily slained them instead He just banished them out of the Garden so that they would create another world for themselves that would resemble Eden (thats where we live I guess.. that means theres the real Eden somewhere lost and safe and guarded by the beasts.. all we have to do is walk to the end of the earth to get there..). We accompany them so as to keep them alive and also keep them away from the real Garden guarded by the other beasts.
The wild beasts that guarded Eden evolved to become wolves and the tamed friendly ones Dogs.
Thats how Dogs came into being.

Wow. Nice na???

Lat week.. thursday to be precise..on my way back from the lib.. I was almost run over by Manu.. a junior of mine from school..
He talked.. the usual hellos and how are yous...
The brief meeting really took me back to those school days..
And i particularly remember the day that he had left me breathless...
I thought a lot before i decided to publish this out..
But its beautiful.

School is one time where you dont know where you are going what you are doing.. all u know is you gotta impress and outdo others...
I was one like that.. I was conceited (not that i m not today..).. hyper (when it comes to not doing homework and brewing quarrels..) obnoxious in a way...
I never thought girls any less than guys..
I was ever ready to chalenge them and never lost a chance to fight a guy...
And then in school theres nothing much of a boy girl thing when it comes to wrestling each other down right..?? Question of your honour..
It was the same with me..
No guy i fought with considered me a girl..and i never gave them any such chance..

When i joined back my school for my 11-12, i was damn happy to be back among familiar faces..
I picked up soon.. made friends.. juniors and seniors..
Ok.. coming to the point.. I was really close to these guys from the 10th std.. yep juniors.
Manu, Chandrashekhar, Jiju, Avin, and well many others.. i cant really remember the names.. but i remember faces.. sorry mates..
There was not one day gone that i hadnt quarrelled with them or pestered them. and vice versa.
Manu was the macho.. we fought.. real hard.. everytime we met on the run or around class was met with a not-so-friendly whack of a greeting.. and literally.
We never lost chance to pelt each other with slaps and punches.. well quite friendly but still powered. All in good spirits.. that was our way of affection.
Chandru was the cool guy.. i m really cool and fun attitude.. good..
Jiju was sweet.. our greetings were limited to just chats and jokes..
Avin left after 10. meaning the rest of the guys got back to the same school after their boards.. and well i was happy..
So this incident was when I was in the 12.. ad these people in 11.
We being seniors demanded respect from the juniors.. and well the new comers were quite reluctant to give us any. Hard time...
So one day.. Lunch Break.
Our gang out in the grounds.
Our commerce juniors.. 2 freshers.. guys.. walking around.
We watch them.. hawk-eyed.. angry that their class had not paid us any attention nor respect.
And there comes our fav gang.. and starts talking to them. Friendly.
We just walk on.. no care attitude.. well we dint really care.
We are approaching and these guys see us.. point at us and start telling the frshers our names followed by a brief intro.
My turn comes last.. Thats Roopee. Shes the Gunda here.. Beware of her...
I smile.. happy inside.. but a bit embarrassed..
They beckon to us to come over and say hi to the kids.. We near them.. and me cranked at the intro lash out at Manu.. Bad move
And he in response 'Punches' ma stomach..
Ooooofff.......
Hold on Roo... dont give up.
The new guys are watching..
Its kewl..
I smile at Manu.. passing him curses under my breathe..
Totally as if this is all that we do all day.. no big deal attitude wave at the kids... pass them.. and
Whooo......
..........................
.................................
I'm out...
Well it dint hurt.. But it had knocked the wind outta me for awhile..
Leaving me Breathless.... Literally..

Di-di..

This is about long back when i was in the 12th std.
We were a non-gang cluster of 6 girls..
Me being closest to Neeru, Nash and Renu.
We have had unending fun..
In class.. screaming out answers.. and passing idiotic comments.. sneaking out the backdoor to join whoever got out wit permission... thel oo being the excuse and of course the sneaking back in..

during breaks.. fighting for lunch... shouting at the boys.. screaming at kids in the playground.... decorating Nashs head with all the dead n dry leaves we could find.. and also the wild flowers...

between classes.. running around.. peeping into the adjacent class..
watching over the little kids..

and what nots...
We even used to not spare the children of other classes.. like the ones placed on the other side parallel to ours..... we used to let the sun reflect on nashs mirror straight at the face of whoever is the unlucky one to sit in the corner..

But this is not bout scholl..
This is bout the day Renu and me had visited Nash at her place..
We were on full swing.. sitting around Nashs music system... listening to endless songs and sharing chats..
And up comes the famous song "Di-di Di-di.." by Khaled..and catchy the song is..
it got us in a frenzy..
something came up.. which i dontremember but it got Renu.. the ever vivacious one among us to put up steps..
well we were all seated so the steps were odd and funny.. and we got all giggly..
Well the little harmless giggles dint limit when Renu broke into her hysteric laughter..and man did that set us loose..
Hell yes... we joined in and the place was a riot..
Well nobody but me noticed Nash dad come peep at us from the doorway,.. well nobody to blame.. I was facing the door...
and here us 3 goons were still laughing our heads off..
I saw him.. i was stuck.. but my laugh dint cease.. u cannot just not laugh when Renus around.. shes quite contagious..
Helpless i started clawing at Renu waving my hands around frantically... my mouth still open with the most ridiculous sound coming outta it.. staring at Nashs dad...
But she doesnt get it..
My hand blocks her step.. but she doesnt mind.. she just changes sides and continues..
I still continue with the clawing and waving and the pointing..
But no use... We are all still guffawing...and Renu still shaking herself into what was to be considered a step..
He stood there looking at us with amusement.. and trying to catch Nashs eye.. but all he sees is me.. looking at him ... and shamelessly going on blaring out my windpipe...
Ouch...!!!
After 2 whole minutes he gave up all hopes of getting us back to our senses.. and left with a disgusted look on his face...
And it was another 2 minutes.. and the end of the song that bought us back to life.. and allowed me to narrate what had happened amidst all our outbursts..
We were all damn embarrased.. and me of all.. for the goof i had been seeing him and yet not sobering up..

But past all gone.. that was one of the best memory ever.. and the song still reminds me of the step Renu had choreographed for us...

Hey.. Picture this.. Me sitting all by myself.. at home.. in my living room... with the lappy in my lap.. ya as per the name of the gadget suggests... the rain pitter pattering outside.. wow.... dont you feel it? Huh huh..? Cant you see its perfect.. perfect for a super duper eerie feeling to creep up the spine and end up at the head to show it wild things happening every where???.... But it aint working on me.. Brave Brave Me..
Well i can have the music playing, make it all light.. but the Idiot box is already doing its job.. so music system.. u sleep now...
Peace.. 2 fingers up.

So me is all alone.. well i have Chikoo and Charlie in here.. and they are fighting each others paws off.. I'm supposed to stop them... but i aint..
Oh wow... me parents are back
Catch you later..

Not much difference now.. just that all the cats are inside.. and all are in high spirits.. running around pulling each others tails.. and i can hear Chikoo crying in some bathroom.... Kewl..
Charlie is Tech savvy.. he loves mobiles.. he tried using my mob one morning and thats how my display went dark in the first place.... and he also chats with Vish at nights.. he sits up late with me and chats with her whenever he finds her online and in conversation with me... He even reads the newspaper.... So cool na?
Mauty and Chiktoo love to pack and unpack stuff... Chiktoo plays football and has such an awesome kick that would put Beckham to shame...
Mauty is an extraordinary charmer... she doesnt have to actually do anything.. she can make us do all her stuff.. Good leadership qualities..
Flashy is a super cool athelete... runs like the wind.. well runs in the wind..
And now Chikoos so good at etiquette that he sits at the table and uses the bathroom..
I must be breeding mutant cats... And I love that..

Well with so much written you must have understood well enough this is just another junk blog...
Dont care you like it or not... Its time i did stuff for myself... like finish up the Chocolate all by myself..
Yummy.....
Well anyways.. Goodnite.

College days..

I miss my college days.. I really miss being a fresher.. i would love to rewind to my first year of college..
The new experience of growing up.. moving into a free world.. without uniform.. without strict classes... and the first hand experience of the being ragged.
Wow... i really could go back.
I remember when i had begun college i had decided i m gonna behave.. raggings gonna be a piece of cake.. i m gonna be sporty bout it.. and well thats was what i was all the while..
The day after our formal introduction to all in the presence of our parents.. our first dayof class began..
I dint wanna befriend anybody.. anybody at all..
I caught the last bench... I just wanted ta be away from everybody.. and wanted ta be at the corner.. and better still there was a window next to mine.. so what if it was open to the corridor.. i dont mind... i could see the trees beyond in the campus..
Kids filled in.. most putting on a brave face.... some with defiant looks.. calling for trouble.. some looking deep down really sick.. i could read them all....
I waited.. so much of a student body..
there were bout 20 girls with almost as 17 of em cramped together in the first 2 benches.. God only knows why.. 3 on the bench next to mine.. and me all by myself ruling over mine. Woww.....
I dont remember Pd entering.. but i remember her sitting squished between two others in front of me.. and Vishs entry was less Unnoticable.. she came in with a boom.. squeezed herself between the kids on the first seat and started blabbering at top speed at almost everbody on all her sides... I really thought she knew all these girls somehow or the other.. but later i learnt she dint know a single person and was just being friendly.
I sat there undisturbed.. coz Anju had tried talking to me and i had only answered her in monosyllables.. and no one else took any pain in knowing the haughty looking girl on the last bench sitting all by herself... and just watched everybody.
The time until first period went kinda busy and hectic with students filing in and trying ta find comfy seats and making acquantances and so and so.. and no senior had come into our lives yet.. well not really anyways.. other than for the few stares through the windows and stuff...
I watched the students through out our first period.. forming pictures..
Vish and Pdz worth mentioning..
Of vish i made a opinion that shes gonna be the popular kid.. the smatest of us all in her character (well she is..).. totally an extrovert and care for nothing soul...
And i remember watching Pds head bobbing up and down at teachers every word.. and thinking.. seriously if she really does understand half of that stuff i will be wonder struck... which was also true coz hey who was listening??? everybody was too busy trying ta make an impression...
Including me...
Well after that came a break.. and during this was our first intro to our seniors..
Me being the closest to the window and the only girl all alone was a hot prey and was called out first..
I remember my senior girls asking me my name and where i came from and what i do.. whether i sing or dance and what is it that i would prefer to do for them.. and i had chosen to sing a hindi song.. and had done so.. for which i was asked to say a tongue twister in mallu.. during which the bell rang and out HOD came to ma rescue..
I dont know what all had happened in my absence.. but i guess others were also getting their share of ragging..
And so on and so on.. i was one of the favourite among the seniors.. being at the window .. the first face they could see.
i was the only one ready to do what they said and enjoyed doing it..
they always called me out.. if not to rag. to watch them rag others.. which i knew was betrayal of my clan.
They even started saying.. dont call her we have ragged her a lot..
and honestly i enjoyed every bit of ragging.
I have sung numerous songs.. have repeated a number of funny sounding mallu tongue twisters.. have moved forward and backwards to stand at the exact spot pointed to.. have not fell prey for stupid word pranks.. have made omlette in english and mallu.. have offered a imaginary rose to a choc faced senior guy who wouldnt even look at me.. and all the while i had to tell him.. hey look at my face.. i m giving you a flower... and ahve made dosas grooving to music.. have watched a number of cat walks.. have listened to another huge amount of addresses and songs.. and what not...
I just love my seniors for all that fun they had the courtesy to share with me..

I remember when Adarsh and gang.. the then second years.. (thats how we knew them.. and thats how we remember them.. though we never really knew who was who..) ragging me with a sweet jolly smile.. and me in my really good mood smiling back quite at ease with the scene..
They were feared for the number of people their gang held.. and their roughness with kids.. and the way they could put up a fight and make a fool of you.. but i was ready..
They had asked the usual name and address and etc.. and went forward to do u sing..
to be on the safe side i said only in the bathroom..
so they said 'ok.. imagine this is a bathroom and sing us a song..'
i asked what they wanted me to sing?
And adarsh went what do you usually sing??
And then and there right in the middle of our corridor.. i broke into a loud and funny..

"Thandurusthy ki raksha kartha hai Lifebuoy..
Lifebuoy hain jahaaaaaaannnnn...
thandurusthy hai wahaaannnn..
Liffffee buoy........"

They had the best laugh of their lives at it.. and i enjoyed the goofing too...
and from then on.. I was their favourite...
I had broken the hard hearted picture they had potrayed of themselves.......

Go Lifebuoy...

Back to writing...

What am i supposed to blog bout today???
How bout the heat that is growing nowadays???? Yep.. I agree its damn hot each day.. n everyday more than the previous..
It makes me wish i could waddle all day round in a pool of cool water.. but the farthest i get is drenching in my own sweat...which is sooooo comforting..NOT!!!
There really should be some stuff that u can take in which wouldnt make u a stinking body as the day wears on... makes u sweat aromatically.. wow....
Would sell like cakes..
speaking bout cakes.. not a bad option in such heat... it really does boost energy to have something that sweet..
I know coz the last day i ate watermelon dripping with sugar late in the evening.. and i was totally jumping around the place singing and dancing... I was on the sugar high... until late in the night..
And the cool floor is my latest haven.. just resting ma bum on the floor soothes me.. i love lying around... sprawled on the tiles.. anything to beat the heat...
even bathing 3 to 4 times a day..
cant imagine what is waiting round the corner... as summer descends upon...
this i cant take.. next... i will just plain bake..

i really cant imagine the plight of all the people out on the roads... people who are out on the go.. who have no choice but get out... who work in the open... the plain beggars... etc etc...
really sad.

I cant even get myself to get out to put the clothes to dry... i come back with a dizzy head... and of course purple eyesight..
Why this is happening is of course not any mystery...

Heyo..

Been ages since i blogged.. Was so much into it when i had begun.. now i have no time to frame up anything interesting to put up here.
Today was a classic day.. in the sense i did my usual stuff.. cleaning my bed so that it can be littered again.. ya guessed it right its a mess now.. then cleaning my rack to make more space for more nonsense.. cleaning my wardrobe off worn clothes so that i can stack up more in there.. watching tv to while away time without feeling guilty of wasting it staring at the wall... baking a cake with ma with the sole intention of getting to taste the batter in the process and licking the leftover in the bowl... and of course playing with the kittens because i love to and no other reason.
Today Mauty climbed my head for a change and not Charlie. I had to slap Chikoo more than once coz it was pestering the others on and on.. worrying them with bites and kicks...
He sulked for some time.. but of course couldnt stay so long coz hey.. chikoo loves fish too..
Chiktoo 's been good today.. no mischeif only ear piercing cries at intervals..

I studied a bit for Pdz.. read through some of the portions....
I sang song after song.. and now my voice sounds so flat.. like trained in carnatic for long..
Dint use my mobile much other than when Pdz had called in the afternoon.. coz Vish had called on the landline..
Dint sneak online to collect money from my properties in Mafia..
Watched a bit of a tamil movie though i dint understand what they were saying much.. but liked it so far..

I guess thats it for how my day was.. Classic.

SAVE THE TIGERS......!!!

SAVE THE TIGERS......!!!
I see the campaign going on everytime i switch on the television.. They talk about joining the campaign.. blogging, spreading awareness and.. what?? Wearing t-shirts???
Have they ever spoken about what has been done to prevent the killing of tigers.. what can be done to save them.. Whats the use of spreading awareness and blogging when all that would stay only in the city limits which is most of it Tiger free..
What are we trying to save?? We havent even seen such a creature thing yet..
What use is it of people shouting out slogans and giving out speeches here when all that is supposed to change people who are actually involved in the killing.. Go there, get it done.. That would help.. screaming your head off or spending huge amounts on media.. Make a move.

Here pleas to not kill another human being falls on deaf ears whos gonna care for tigers..?? What kind of Shitty people live on Earth.. and its said Man is a Superior being.. Yes of course... Man is the most superior Fool ever..
Heartless, Thoughtless and Painless.
Have you seen that ad where they show a Cub hiding in a cave.. and they say its waiting for its mother.. did they notice.. they themselves were scaring it..
and have you ever thought how lonely that little cub might be feeling.. and a lot of cubs like that one get orphaned.. Have you no heart for it???
Have you ever imagined how you would feel waiting for your parents to return . not knowing what to do.. and how to feed urself..??? Thought of how your kids might be feeling if they come across similar situation...???
Ok you will feel sad now.. coz you thought of yourself or your family.. but still wont feel bad bout animals.. right??
Go to Hell..... and Burn there..

All i wanna ask for is that something really serious is done bout this and not just limited to celebrities wearing t-shirts warning people of the number of tigers or asking people to join the campaign. Some solid move is taken. Whats the use of all this if the Tigers are still not safe..???
But whatever little helps.. So i join the campaign too..
So people.. Stop swiping out the life of the poor Tigers.. Let 'em keep their family too..
Please..

I havent been able to rig up anything good to put up here for quite some time now..
I wonder why?
is it coz i'm outta words?? or coz i m outta thoughts..?
I wonder..
But no answer.... just like a lot of other whys in life..
I guess its because theres nothing in specific to write.. i havent set up any topic to write bout.. theres no preset subject.. and of course no object..
Only wishes to put something together worthy enough of this page..
And i'm sure i will succeed.. soon..
well it doesnt hurt to hope right??
Otherwise too hopes are what keeps us living..

What crap am i writing??? I m bored to death doing this.. have yawned about 12 times while making this up..
I must be nuts to do this... really flipped outta me head..
Theres nothing like nothing to write or something to write.. i m just plain lazy to even think of putting up some words that together make some meaning.. that is all the reason of being out of touch here..
Sorry guys.. i m giving u relief.. but not to worry.. i'll be back soon..

Trees

College.. First year..
The first taste of freedom.. well we were kinda tired of all this when this happened. so no big words..
We were always outta class... bunking and getting out giving stupid reasons.. etc..
Our campus was our fav place... we used to jump around from bench to bench there to find the best one giving the best comfort and the best view as required at that time..
Our campus was flooded with old old trees.. with trunks that we couldnt cover even if we hug it together. offering the best of the shades and the best cover from teachers going to the canteen etc...
One afternoon when we were free from class... and were as usual lingering round the campus the monkey in me woke up and wanted ta climb the beeeeg tree placed right at the entrance to our campus.. and the trunk was shaped like seats and we could all sit down comfortably..
No one was around except for a few kids.. not that we would have cared.. but had to make sure no teachers were watching us...
Slowly bubbling with excitement of being able to do something different and cool we climbed the tree making as much less noise as three giggling girls could make.. well not giggling.. laughing girls could make.. and creating as much less movement a possible that 3 fighting girls could make.. so as not to attract attention...
we had got books for ourselves to read while on the tree.. and we settled down..
me sitting on one side, vish with her feet hanging.. and Pdz got the best seat.. she was half lying on the trunk..
We sat so for almost an hour.. then our bums started wearing out.. we got enough of it and decided to climb down.. and there we spotted our HOD.. he saw us.. stalled for 5 secs then made his way to the canteen.. nothing will ever come in between our teachers canteen trips...
We climbed down.. happy at having achieved something we considered worthwhile.. and then is when we spot Pdzees got bubblegum stuck to her dress..
Yuckkkkk......
A huge blob of pinkish gum...
Eeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww......!!!!
We get to work.. trying ta pick it out..
we use sticks.. twigs.. leaves and what not to get it off.. and atlst tired of all those measures failing we use our hands.. [eeeeewwwwwwww......er] picking out whatever we can of the adamant gum..
poor Pd .. this is what she gets for getting the best place.. heeeeeeeeee...
Well.. in the end there was a greenish brownish sticky patch on her behind.. which she had to carry all the way on her 1 hour journey to home...[she even used it again later.. after wash mind u.. and it was not visible after some time.. right PD?].. but it never downed us.. only taught us to check for goo on trees before climbing up anywhere..

Pdz and me... out having fun..
Spend all morning at Cafe Coffee Day... we study some.. we talk some.. we laugh some... we eat some.. We drink a lotttttt....
We are totally full...
Tired of the ugly 'when are u gonna get out of here' looks the people were throwing us we get out..
We have to go to the library.. then stop at CB.. then get to BPM.. then go home..
Ouch Pdz wantsa relieve herself.. cant go back in..cant wait till we get to BPM. Lib restroom no good.. CB doesnt even have one.
What to do???
We spot Jayalakshmi on the opposite side.. Why not do here what we usually do at BPM..
We get in.. deliver our bags at the entrance for safe keeping.. and make our ways straight to the top.. telling the ladies there we are looking for western wear..
We get there.. get completely bowled over by the super clothes ..
We run over hands through them.. pick some up.. I m gonna try on a gypsy skirt and a flowery top.. There are a lot of people bustling about..
Where are the trial rooms????? Wheres the restroom???
Aaahh... there they are..
Pdz makes her way to the loo.. and me to get these clothes on..
'Wow, this looks good on me..' Pdz joins totally relieved..
'Yeah man.. cool...'
I take em off.. come out and we break into excited chatter..
Loud we say.. Must get amma.. chalo chalo...
and we get out..
the ladies there just eye us.. prospective sale there..

We come down.. get to the saree section..
"Excuse me, what are you looking for??"
"Oh.. our parents are on the other side.. they are shopping.. we are just taking a look round the place.., Can we have some water please???"
That over, we climb still further down.. and get to the exit..
Get out.. get our bags.. go away..
All neat and clean..
Who needs to know....

Vish and me love going to the beach when I am staying back at me grandmas...
No body at home need to know..I just get out with her and off we go..
Like that day when i was supposed to go to ma maternal grandmas place and Vish picked me up half way.. and we zoomed off to the beach.. even though there were clouds looming quite low..
The thought of the beach in the clouds was too alluring to resist..
So off we went.. with no cover.. no raincoats no caps.. not even a helmet..
Damn we regreted that one single thing.. NO helmet..
We were caught bare headed by the police,.. we pleaded and joked.. but.. she dint have her pollution cert upto date too..
so we were given a choice.. no helmet 100 bugs.. payable anytime.. or no pollution cert 500 bugs.. payable with the new cert.. who wantsa wait. we said no helmet is fine.. and dashed off to the beach.. to find guards sending everybody back..
thanks a lott...
and just as we were getting out.. comes another police jeep.. and stops us and calls vish up.. she takes her slip with her while another inspector approaches me with jokes that they were warned of us being at the beach and we were going to be arrested for being disobedient kids.. while i gave him an account of our already being fined.. and all the while we couldnt stop laughing.. we were let off as harmless.. and also BIG HUGE HEAVY drops had started to pour down from the sky..
oh damn now what do we do.. she rode.. me sitting behind.. getting wet in the heavy downpour that had followed the drops..
Should we stop somwhere but where?? or now that we are already wet do we go back home??
Ok.. lets go to Coffee day..
wait for rain to cease..
so we go there.. and the thought of sipping on Hot coffee in the rain made our mouths water..
and we go there and find.."No current, so no machine running. so nothing to offer.."
Go to hell..
we just sat there with water dripping off us.. and ate up the chips and snacks on the table... and we had to in the end pay for that in the same amount that it would have cost us to have a coffee..
AAArrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............!!!!!!!!!!!11
Thanks a lot..
in bout an hour the rain ceased.. and we slowly still wet but still with spirits high made our way to my grandmas were she left me.. where I had to wait for another half an hour in the darkness for the power to return so that i could return to my place..
But it was one of our best experiences together..
the cloudy beach.. the 'encounter' with the police.. and above all getting wet...
Super..
well we couldnt pay off the fine the same day even though we hopelesly roamed around the slippery roads looking for the SI.. and dodging fallen trees... totally fast and furious style... Guess Vish got it done later..

Suzy maam hated us..
for one we never attended her class.. and 2 she couldnt stand us in her class...
But that particular day we were the perfect girls..
present, attentive and perfect.
Me and Pdz were already in class.. With jithu and rads on the other side..
Me and pdz talkin.. jithu and rads talkin..
Maam dint notice.. she was into teaching.. English is a beautiful language you know..
we finish our discussion.. outta topics, quiet.
Enter Vish.. late after lunch..
we bustle about making space for her.. still no talk.. just some rustling of bags.. Vish settles down.. jithu n rads still talkin.. Jithu smiles at vish..
we still quiet..
and maams voice comes booming.. "U 3.. on the last bench.. cant u keep quiet?? U ve been talkin since i entered.. dont wanna listen then you can get out.."
3 on the last bench.. Thats US...!!
We stare at her wonder struck??
US?? what did we do..??
When???
We blink back at her.. she goes.. "U can get outta class.." We open our mouths a bit.. and she continues.."I ve given u attendance.. u can get out of class.."
Wow.. that was our licence.. we were there only for the attendance.. we have it..
thats all that matters..
The little rebels that we were.. Vish goes.. "Chalo be chalo.."
I at the end get up."Sorry maam.. thank u maam.."
n out i go.. n the other 2 follow...
Maam expects us to stand out at the door..
Sorry maam.. but fat chance of that... we take a super tour around the college.. all silent during class hours.. except for the thunder that was running around that day promising rain..[well we kinda got scared of that.. where do we go.??]... disturb some classes.. make faces at serious students...
wah.. super day....

I came across something once that said after death the soul departs. Only the physical body is left. The soul moves away and is then Reborn. A new life with everything about the last one swept clean. The soul forgets this life and evolves into a new one.
Then why do we say we are watched by departed souls??? Who watches over us if they dont even have us in their memories??? And if the souls are rebron then what is left to watch over us??

Why do we say things that contradict?? For comfort? Relief?
What?????

The Itchy Night..

That night after a dinner of tandoori chicken, fried rice n mutton i had a talk with some of me friends.. and went to sleep at around 12 30.. It took me time to actually fall asleep say by 1. At around 4 30 i woke up with a bad stomach twisting.. Kinda gave me an idea of what horses’ go through when they have a bout of their most dreaded fatal colic... n my palms were itching.. they were itching bad.. i tried to ignore but it started getting real wild and my palms were going numb with the itch.. then slowly my back started to itch too.. so i had to put on the light.. but palms don’t give away much in these cases coz this is not astrology.. this is itch man.. so i had no choice but wake my parents who were having the deepest of the sleeps that they cud get for little while away from tension of daily life...and told them my hands were itching but couldn’t contain it to hands coz by then my neck and back n elbow and shoulder and legs were effected too.. and my stomach was starting on the scratch me too call... n there were these hives n rashes all over.. a possibility of a touch of caterpillar came up.. and i was not so much convinced coz i wasn’t rubbing my itchy palms over my body to get it all over me. and a caterpillar kinda didnt need 4 hours to start its mischief.. coz i had been literally rolling on my bed.... so i said mite b allergy to something i had eaten coz my stomach gut was all pulling n twisting n writhing in pain.. oowwww.....
Anyway i kinda bathed in petro jelly n even changed into fresh clothes and shifted off to my fav spot when guests com n rooms r flooded to sleep thats under the dining table. Not exactly... but kinda.. and i slept off without the fan on coz the air was making me go itchy.. and then my bro who had slept thru all this havoc woke up to visit the loo.. just visit.. heee....and i woke up at him peering in the darkness to i guess make out why i was sleeping there.. how i got there actually.. and he put on the light and gave me his hand don’t know why.. but i was all like "no.. its 'chori'.." and he was like "HUH???" and i showed him the now receding rashes.. and then. thats it.
i slept upto 8 30.. that gave me a max of 3 hours sleep.. and i was all weak and tired and numb.. ya me face was affected at the chin and forehead and my lips had gone all dead outta feeling.. and i was all with scratches all over.. that gave me all the ows n oohs n aahhhsss.. of burning sensation when i had my bath..
ok then we were discussing the possible reason for this gr8 fest if not puzhu..
Umm… food allergy.. and i figured i had a Small Dab of Mayonnaise.. that was the only foreigner that had entered my stomach, that too in very tiny quantities. i had not liked it much so i didnt valichu vaari thinal that. heee... thank god if that was the reason that i dint have much of that..
then ya do u know i m scared of spiders.. damn scared.. Arachnophobia...
and there was this HUGE spider in our bathroom that night.. that fair frizzled my spine..
so amma was like what if i was pricked or had brushed with some poison from the spider.. but hey i wouldn’t b dumb to go shake hands with a SPIDER.. and what if it had bit me.. i took a look at that possibility. But as i dint have any tiny spiky hair sprouting all over my body.. nor any strong Nylon kinda thread spurting in lengths out of my wrist how hard i tried..and the fact that i couldn’t even cling on to the walls leave alone climb, b4 u ask ya… i tried that too.. ending up looking like an absolute moron stuck to the wall with 1 feet on ground n all other limbs on the wall, body included.. heeee ..... i totally erased the idea of me being the Next-gen Spider-Woman...
so lastly it came back to Mayonnaise.. ok whatever... i m not having it n have no probs in that coz i dint like the taste any way.. heee...

Well this is the classic narration of "My Tryst with the Mayonnaised Itch"

Today is our story.

On the 10th of Jan, when we (pdz, her sis paus, vish and me) got together we found this real cool place to hang out at.. and we ve been pretty excited bout it since. And one day to be precise on the 13 of Jan, me and pdz had met there for actually nothing.. just met there.. and we got 3 10% discount coupons.

We got damn excited bout it. Discounts no matter how small are always a treat. We went total crazy and decided ta go there together to celebrate our b'days that were close. So we chose the 23rd of Jan, a weekend falling between our b'days. Sadly Vish was'nt available.. but we could'nt wait.. the coupons were valid only till the 31. Oh no..

So Pdz, Paus and me went ahead with the meeting plan. Talking about it everyday jumping with joy at the thought of cutting our expenses short.
The 23rd of Jan, Saturday came up bright and super.. We planned to meet up at my place in the afternoon. Looking good is always a requirement when we are celebrating right? We got our sleep right, the morning was spent shampooing, conditioning, drying, choosing clothes, cleaning nails and straightening all odds and ends. And the time flew by. Pdz and Paus got home by round 1 and we got into the getting out frenzy. Pdz and me even exchanged tops.. and got all ready. In a mixture of various shades of pink and peaches and in our coolest lookin most comfy pair of jeans and a full shrug, half shrug and no shrug arrangement, open hair all brushed out to give it the best swish possible and in the coolest sandals and shoes, we got out looking like chucked out in the middle of a ramp show. All for the chocolate excess we had our eyes on.

We got there, ordered all our stuff, a sandwich, hot chocolate, samosas, another areated drink and some chocolate delight kinda stuff... all with the discount in mind.. That over how could we forget the chocolate ecstasy..after all it was our b'days we were celebrating..
And there came our chocolate drool..
Yummy.......
Bill please.. and we find 3 more coupons enclosed.. we are over excited.. one more visit soon maybe.. and we take out our coupons... all in the lust of lowering our bill amount..
Oh, when do the new coupons expire??? It read-

10% discount coupon
Present this coupon to your waiter, before completing
your order and receive 10% discount off your bill.

Expires 31st january, 2010
*Not valid with any other offer.

Oh so we must come back soon.. and we joke about it..
Wait wait.. what did it say before expiry???

"Present this coupon to your waiter, before completing your order and receive 10% discount off your bill."

Ouch...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our dream bubbles burst.... And we werent able to go back before the 31 to claim any of the discount..
6 D% coupons going down the drain.. Bye Bye..

Thats a moral to all of you out there.. Read before you Greed.

yo man... after such a sweet comment from Vish, my other closest buddy, i cannot help but blog back my reply.
Vish is the one who is the most sane and at the same time the most insane among us. Vish, PD n me.. we make a team.. though unbalanced, quite real. Yes Vish was on an island, an island of her own.. all happy and content. But we couldnt stand it. We encroached on her land and introduced hell there.. and see.. just like us she loves it too..
Heeeeeeee.....
Right Vish? U love Life like what it is now na?? And u love us for it na??
Better say yes.. or i will personally see that u r not entertained at our next slumber party..
heeeeeeeeeeeee....

And i must say.. what u have written for me is quite good for a novice that u call urself.. infact though i am jealous to admit this.. it is way better than what i write..
Oh no.. that cant happen, 'Buck up Roopee...' Heeeeeeeeee.....!!!!!

So i m back again.. not that i ve anything to blog bout..
And yipee i ve a follower, even though its my ever faithful friend... atleast i m being followed right?
Well so lemme dedicate this blog to her..
She is my friend ever for the last 5 years since we got to know each other. The journeys we had to and fro on the daily bus in the mad rush, the innumerable trips we made to various hang outs, the classes we bunked, our campus look outs, our coffee day notes, our library trips, our fishing and boating.... all this just opened our worlds to each other that now even the thought of getting on the others wrong side is deadly scary... I hope Pdz u will never open your mouth if we ever [God forbid..] fall apart. And I will promise u the same..
Heeeeeeeeeee...............
And we solemnly promise to bitch about Vish if she ever opens hers.. right??
Sorry Vish. Stay friends with us to be safe. Heeeeeeeee....
My Love to u people..

I learnt yesterday that CAPTCHA is a security used to protect information and accounts online.
Its that distorted kinda alpha numerics that you are asked to type in when you are signing up or downloading stuff and all that.
And to think all this while I had thought that it was up there to test whether your eyes were good and they could follow what was in there over the distortion. Great.
I think I even told people whom I have helped in opening accounts and stuff that its all to test your eyesight. See now the Captcha has Gotcha alrite.

Crap..! I dont know why i created my own blog prof if I had no plans to write in..
Must be the height of craziness that got me.. I really wish i could blogtoo.. write a lot of stuff. meaningful, sensible or atleast interesting.. but so NOT.
Well theres nothing to actually write bout.. but hey i m no Princess Mia to be stuck to ma journal day in day out..
though of course i share her retarded social skills.. no offence meant.. just dint find the right word..
Its really hard to come up with words when you r putting it up on a social sight.. not that anyones probably gonna read this.. Duhhhh...!!!