Stories of sarees..

Before you read this,you need to be reminded of/introduced to some concepts..

1.My fashion sense is dangerous.
2. That runs in the family.[but skipped my sis. and my dad considers it a personal insult to have a "fashion" sense.]

Now that we are clear on these, let us proceed. Those who read the previous post may have noticed that there was a wedding I wanted to go to. I got invited.(for a certain person who laughed coz I didn't get invited as my friend forgot to invite me-Ha!) No. I am not going to wear a saree..and This is not about that wedding.

this is about another wedding.(Gosh, there are a lot of weddings these days, am getting confused. They may trick me into coming to my own wedding if i am not careful. geez. ALERT.)

So I was saying, there is this another wedding I can go to. So, I went to my mom to ask for advise as of what to wear. And what did I find?

What, did I find?

I found a mom who was as confused as I was, as of what to wear to the wedding. AAAnd the damsel to the rescue!

"mom, have no fear,
The damsel in distress is here!"

easier said than done. My theory of selecting sarees was proved right once again this afternoon-which is.."Always find the blouse first. then find a matching saree.."

But by momentary lapse of memory,we started picking up sarees...

Me: This is good..

Mom: It is dirty.

Me: what about this one?

mom: nah..the blouse doesn't fit.

me: this must be good.

mom: it is torn.

me: this gotta be(better be) good!!

mom: thats new. I cant wear a new saree on saturday.

Me: hey this is my top I gave you for altering! MOM!! aargh!! its still here??

mom:(pretends she did not hear it.) this one is too simple.

Mom: what about this one?

Me: NO! you already wore it to the engagement. NO NO!(no self respecting daughter would ever let her mom got to a wedding wearing a saree she was seen in by the same people. Source: International code for daughters.)

argh! tic.tock.tock.tic.

Me: this saree is a dark shade of orange mom! it won't go with a slighter dark shade of orange colour of a blouse. we need another shade of orange. ORANGE! concentrate mom.

Mom: aargh!!

well, finally, after taking all the sarees out from the cupboard and mixing all the blouses, we found a matching shade of a blouse that fit a wedding-wearable saree. uff! (wipes off sweat from brow)
Thank god my sister wasn't here. We never agree upon the saree for mom! It was a huge fight our family witnessed as we disagreed over my mom's saree to be worn for my sis' wedding. Dang. Sis came up with a lousy "Its my wedding, My mom, She wears what I want" reason, and I had to give in! dang. Meh. Bah.
It is fun dressing up your mom.. We get a chance to take revenge to show gratitude for the times when we were a baby and she chose the dresses for us.
My sis is gonna kill me If the saree I chose wasnt appropriate for Mom.

Dang.

less than 12 hours and I have to come up with something to wear myself. anything. Something!

P.S. guys and some gals will find this post completely pointless. shoo off if you do. YOU never had a wardrobe malfunction in your life. YOU dont have relatives who even criticises your perfume and nailpolish. YOU don't think green and blue go well together. YOU are a guy. YOU(the girl) don't care.

I wonder whether there will be palada for the sadya.
:)

Random updates

1.My namesake got the first rank for the university exam. I now happens to hate my name. And very few in the blogger world know it. I am sticking to DiD.

2. I just said I am bored of blogsville, and I posted an hour after I said so.

3.I am not invited to a wedding I would love to go to.(not the wedding I mentioned in the last blog)

4.I made this. It is soya paneer curry. No casualities reported. Yet.

5.My dentist keeps saying he will remove the braces on my teeth "next month".He said that first in January. He said that last month too. Am going to gift him a taperecorder if I ever get the braces off.

6.I scored a 92 pc in my degree exam. Well 91.5 to be exact. then again, If am going to be exact, I will rather say 92 pc.

7.I took this photo.I think its pretty good.

8. I have a whole month of vacations infront of me. I spent the first two days of it vaccuming.

9. I found out that the fastest way to tell my sis something is by posting it on my blog.

10.I am truly,madly and deeply bored.

11. MJ died. Someone please tell me I dreamt so.

12.It is raining all sorts of animals here. Mosquitos are back. Improved and resistent. And squishy.And icky.and buldgy. And icky. And squishy. ew.

13. I gained seven kilos.

14. 13 and 12 are mutually exclusive events. But 4 and 13 may not be so. IF 3 turns out to be a mistake, numbers will rise in 13.

15.point 15 deleted as per request. message is delivered..

Gone..with the wind...

Scene 1.
Date-20th December 2000
Venue- Std 7 classroom of a girls only school. No guys present anywhere except the 60 year old watchman,outside the gate..

IF, IF the district collector was a woman, If the education minister was a woman, That is to say, someone useful were at the authorities' seats..The day would have been declared a holiday, a mourning day. But nothing like that happened..In a building filled with heartbroken females, we clung on to each other for support and fresh tissues and handkerchiefs..Teachers wept in the staffroom, giving us an hour of peaceful mourning.er..morning.

It was the day Hrithik Roshan got married.

Ah..what an year that was..The easiest year ever to buy cards for all occasions, all you had to do was to pick up the card in which Hrithik looked hot ( all of them in that case)..every dance had the same step..radio everywhere played just one song..every girl wanted to be named Sonia..

sigh.

Now, on that day, every single female heart broke. The shortest in class, but the biggest Hrithik fan of all times, sat in the front bench( yeah,now you know how traumatised she was!) weeping. We couldn't stand that pain..We even arranged a makeshift wedding, with an imaginary Hrithik as groom, and our fan(Ms.T) had an imaginary wedding, with not-so-imaginary friends doing the "kurava" and the teachers dutifully thought they just "imagined" the noise...

That was the first marriage of a friend that I attended.

Scene 2.
Venue- My bedroom.
Date- er..3 days back.
me on sms chat with my best friend.

me: u heard? M s gettin married!!
missed call.
me.: guy's engg.
she: arrngd no?
me:yeah..
:
:
:
missed call.
me: sigh.
she: bt ts al..our clsmte gettin married..v will soon be!!
me: you are even older than she is!( I aint heartless to remind my friends that they are older than they believe they are. So I said this in mind.)

me: cal re.

followed a very emotional conversation on how life was getting all scary and how we were all growing up and ...and...(wail..))

sniff..

and we reminded each other of our good old days..
Me the nerd, K the popular, S the painter, A the rogue, AN the band leader, F the sensitive, T the hrithik fan, M the singer,R the outstanding, C the standing out,B the bystander......The days spent gossiping..The dances,The girls day outs, The spy works (we had tabs on who is going out with who from the nearby boys only school) the fights, the puberty talks by the much embarrassed nuns, and(i love this part) the boys-want-only-one-thing-talks from our dear old princis...the code words( we know what that means, and there is a reason, you,XY chromy,can't understand that!)

Life was so simple when it was the aunty/uncle/cousin/neighbour/teacher/sister/brother/ who was getting married.. Now, the time has come..We attend our own friends' weddings..(and like Monica said-"now you have to go away and I have to live with a ....boy!!!!) We officially have to buy presents.. We now have THE talks with seriousness..

And what next? we babysit for each other's children??
And worry about getting the kid into school??
And then worry about the hormonal changes?
And then worry about their marriage?

I already feel old.

So..M is indeed getting married..And we are at the age where we totally ,utterly,completely hate going to weddings. Coz all we hear is "you are next". (like the popular joke goes-I love funerals now-I get to say "you are next!")

Wish we never grew up.
And now I sing..

so if we get the big jobs,and we make the big money

when we look back now will our jokes still be funny

will we still remember everything we learned at school

still be trying to break every single rule.

i keep thinking its not goodbye

keep on thinking its a time to fly

and this is how it feels

as we go on,

we remember,

all the times we,

had together,

as our lives change,

from whatever,

we will still be,

friends...forever..

I wonder.....

And the now the big question.
to wear saree or not to wear saree for the wedding.

gulp.

a proposal,a cake and a catastrophe.

"you drive me crazy!

but it just can't be

am so excited

i meant to be

o o o craaazy!

but it feels allright

baby thinking of you keeps me up all night.!!!!!

It is a known fact,that I drive people crazy. Er..well, not necessarily in the sense that Britney says it. But yeah,the fact remains I am enough to make perfectly sane people go crazy in a matter of seconds. My babbling alone have done damages that wrecked people's lives. for instance, I was at my friend's house recently. She was all set to unleash her culinary skills on me, by baking a cake. She read off the recipe from her mobile, and i assisted her. If looks could kill, we both would have daisies growing on our graves by now. Her mom looked on helplessly while we raided her kitchen. I did my share of the work-entertainment. i gossiped on, filled her with news from all around our world,pausing only to taste the "cake" during the various stages of its production. Apparently as a result (of my babbling and tasting) my friend "lost" her concentration and the cake ended up being a pudding. Did you feel earth shaking sometime around mid afternoon on the 4th of June? yup. that was her. sheesh. hell hath no fury than a woman who just failed to bake a cake.

Now. That is not what i wanted to blog about. if you will just give me a minute to forget the painful memories of baking i mean ..assisting to bake a cake...

(2 seconds in reverence for the cake that couldn't be. Amen)

OK. now my fellow earthlings, carbon based bipeds, this post is about how i "drive" people crazy.
Once upon a time, there lived a poor,(snort) innocent,(snort) c.b.b. like you and me.By divine intervention, he became a vehicle inspector.Insurance people cursed him every time when they got a chance[ yaarada evanokke vandi odikkan license koduthathu!!- who gave these idiots license to drive?]. One lousy rainy day,he found himself in the passenger seat of a worn out WagonR older than my grandfather, with me in the driver's seat. his face wore an expression that said "why-me-oh-merciful-God." i wore a similar expression on my face too. Come to think of it, the other three people on that car wore the exact same expression.

lets just say we all saw our entire lives flash before our eyes within a span of minutes.

Now- I have some good news and some bad news.

I got my driver's license.

All those who asked "and what's the good news?" please- see that cute red button on the top right corner? click it.

Now, for all those who congratulated me and have proceeded to biting their nails- Its pretty bad. the news has left me shaken too. But i must say this. It will save you a shock....

Archie Andrews pops up the question-to Veronica Lodge!!!!

I am in a shock. Please- I can't say anymore. I feel the pain Betty. You know what? Am giving you the title "Damsel In Distress" for a while. And to any knights around-you know what to do.

All those who missed me in blogs ville, say "aye".





P.S. women suck at driving. I know that's the popular belief. what say girls, we will just let these men believe so, right? We are way above such petty beliefs.

Phhhbbbbt!!!

Our maid/domestic help/heart and soul of the house (no wait, that's me) well, she used my shampoo to clean my bathroom.

I can't decide which is worse- my hair smelling like my bathroom or my bathroom smelling like my hair. Maybe it is a tie.

Murphy knew this would happen. .In his words-

"Left to themselves, things (or maids) tend to go from bad to worse."

"Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value". (My poor poor shampoo....I was happy the bottle remained half full. Maybe now I should just view it as half empty. A change of Perspective helps)

Then again- Smile, tomorrow could be worse.

Know what? I have no trouble in believing that.

Have a great weekend folks.My weekend in B'lore. sigh. What awaits me there?
oh.
right.
EXAMS.

And, please keep shampoos outta reach of maids.

Updates.

Cast my first vote. I had this feeling I would somehow feel different after I vote. I don't know why. May be because it is a grown up thingy. Those rare times when I am reminded of the fact that I am over eighteen. Add tags like responsible, mature etc to it. And I thought I will feel good about the whole thing? Tch.

May be I am subconsciously pissed off over the fact that I look horrible on the ID card. Worse scenario-people actually had no trouble in recognising me from the photo." why, it looks just like you , in black and white!" Some people have no compassion at all I tell you.

The mark on my finger didn't have the expected effect either. It just looks really ugly. All those efforts to keep my nails look clean! Now I need to find out an ink colour nail polish. And I hate applying nail polish. Bad for my stomach.

All to find out it may not be afterall a big deal.

Have 500 pages + 39 chapters to finish in 10 days for my exams. Yeah, I had been rambling about NOT having anything to do AND being out of college AND being free and all that. It just so happens that I am not free at all.. Myriads of exams coming, and I don't have the heart to bunk them when I can vividly remember the hours spent on filling up the OMR sheets checking and rechecking.

Hate blogging. Had an inspection of previous posts, was horrified to find trillions of spelling/grammer mistakes, which no one thankfully bothered to point out. To think that I have also applied for PG in English at JNU as a back up plan!!!! what.was.I.thinking?

Did graduation in Physics, applied for a PG in English? My train of thoughts always boards the wrong stations.

Focus. Study.

sleep.

Sigh. Back to finding out the speed with which a rope should be rotated so that a kink on it will appear stationary with respect to the ground.

Temptations

I was sitting simplyy in front of my computer, browsing through the various templates trying to find one I like(how is this btw?), when my one and only sis rang me up. She stays in a flat nearby. She needed greenchillies, and she suddenly remembered I worked part time as groceries-delivery gal.



me: "ippo thanne veno"? ( need it right now?)

sis: " grr" (yes.NOW.)



sigh. templates can (should) wait. I ran down, checked the fridge, found the target, acquired it, and rushed out through the door.

Then I remembered.

I was not wearing any chappals.



Now that IS a big problem. I just need to get to the first floor of the flat, and that I can do in a jiffy. But the situation demanded that i should go upstairs, er.."find" my chappals( which probably require the FBI on the job) and then run downstairs. Given my absentmindedness, I will probably forget the chillies, then I will again have to go "find"where I put the chillies, then having found it,I will probably forget what I was supposed to do with them. so I will return them to the fridge , go back to the template hunt. Not good for my health.



so I figured it was healthier if I just proceeded. as I was walking, I noticed something. So many pairs of shoes and ..... ladies chappals.

LIFESAVERS.

now, a guy looking at the scene will probably(aha!) will drool over the fact that there are many ladies at the other end of the door. Now, we, ladies have more important things to consider.



size 8. flat heels. nice colour.
size 9. wow big feet!
size 7. platform heels. good colour, matches with my salwar. eureka!

I looked here. looked there. no one in sight. red monster on one side. the white one on the other.

red one : " go on. its just a block away, you will be back in a jiffy. no risk involved."
white one: " you just moved in. don't you dare get into the neighbour's blackbook. Just think . its good for the brain."

the white has a point. I just don't need my neighbours to put up a sign saying : "beware of the damsel next door. leave footwear out at your own risk."

time was running out.

tick-tock. tick-tock.

Suddenly,the door opened. The aunty smiled at me. Woman's intuition maybe, she left the door ajar. I was saved from the confusion.

Left with no other choice,I sighed, ran downstairs, delivered the loot. Came back. don't worry, took a bath. Am now clean.

sigh.and I came this close.

should get new shoes.ASAP.

p.s. No,its not just you. people do wonder whether i am crazy. after a few more posts, the opinion changes to "weird." Dont worry, it will be a while when you realise the genius in me. I can wait.

yawn.

Thanksgiving....

I have noticed the tendency of assigning a birthday to one's blog, and have one post dedicated to the "Happy b'day dear blog" topic. Very cute when it comes to other blogs. But wherever I am concerned, I guess I make it such a way that Everything is about ME, not anything else. Its my birthday that counts. not my blog's. *evil grin*

Still, the fact remains, it is almost a year since i started blogging. It just seems like yesterday. I still remember, I came back from my dentist's, no one was at home, it was two in the afternoon. I was hungry, and in pain. There were horrible braces, springs on my teeth, which besides hurting me like mad, was also...ugly. I shouted at my poor dad who rang up to see whether i was ok..

I still wonder why I thought of a blog amidst all the confusion. Weird. Even by my standards, the thought was pretty weird.

I am surprised. Surprised that something has sustained my interest for one year. Now thats a first. considering all those things I tried to indulge in, nothing has come so far.

Dance- 2 years

Music- 2 years

(does not count, as it wasn't my interest that pushed me to actually continue the two processes.My sis is a great dancer.. ofcourse, I did everything she did. But even though I do not think I will start studying dance and music again, I know that I will not lose my interest in it..Am still a great fan of classical dance and music)

Guitar-7 months ( ROTFL)

Drawing-2 months

my interest dies down soon..so one year..IT IS A BIG DEAL.

Its been good. I met some very interesting people on the blogosphere..even made some friends. (that is rare!) I quit orkut for some reasons months ago, and the blog's been my only online correspondence. I guess I have grown quite fond of my blog.

Even though not a big success, I think everything went quite smooth..hmm..nice.:)

I was going through my previous posts, and comments, and I am happy...And I am in a mood for thanks giving...wonder if people will sit through reading the rest..I know I wouldn't. I mean, unknown people thanking unknown people, giving cryptic messages in between. Not my idea of fun. *sigh*. But i know now why people do that..

I am not mentioning the obvious, like my kindergarten teacher who taught me to read and write, my mom and dad and sis and bro-in-law for getting me a computer( the first two) and reading it(the other two). And the Microsoft and the Explorer and eblogger and all the computer people. And Charles Babbage and Bill gates, and Edison and Einstein and HCL and intel pentium mcps and the lot.

the not so obvious people. in that order itself.

1. My dentist. *snort* *chuckle* Very few people have their dentists to thank for their blog..haha..funny. still. I owe you a lot!!!! For my teeth, as well as my blog. ;)

2. Jay- for being the first person to comment on my blog. It was encouraging. Thankyou.

3. Appuannan- although unknowingly, you were the one who put the idea into my head. You introduced me to my favorite bloggers(which include yourself too). I know you read my blog. Thankyou for not making fun of it..:) you were great! Thankyou. afterall, you are family. i am bound to have some of your qualities,right?

p.s. write more!!!!

4. Binsy- My favourite follower..Your comments are like glucose- boost combination for me..I know you love my blog. Not just like, but love. your responses are really sweet..YOU are sweet..Thankyou soo much kiddo!!

5 .chef mithu- Hmm..I soo love the way you think it is your right to read and comment on every single blog post of mine. You have patiently endured my naggings to comment, and actually "read" before commenting. You are my PRO, rt?;) got many readers for my blog...no thankyou for you. It was your duty. *shrug*

6.Sree- for being just you. for not showing any surprise whatsover over the fact that i came up with a blog. Your attitude was like-"its about time". Loove you a loTT!!. btw, lazybones, comment okay!

7. destiny- for knowing the right dose of encouragement. coming from you, it means a lot,being a great blogger that you are..:)

8. xh- you are always the first to comment. i like that.

9. hamish- I don't have a role model when it comes to blogging(or anything) but i guess your blog still stands the best among all the blogs i've read,closely followed by silverine's. I dont know why I am thanking you, you have absolutely nothing to do with my blog, but still, it is a great pleasure to read your blogs. and you remain the only one who has actually pointed out my unforgivable grammatical errors. Thankyou.

thankyou all, who read this far, and also who might be commenting on the post. The strangers, who don't even know my name, but still care enough to comment-thanx a lot!!!

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good bye.

Had been putting off blogging about this for a while. Because I knew this will turn sentimental (more mental,less senti) at some point. And although I act normal about it, I might move my readers to tears (not that I haven’t done it before. My blood and gore filled stories which some of you were made to read under gunpoint had similar effect. ) *shrug* it is my blog. I can do anything.

Three long years. Very long, relatively long and tiresomely long three years. Of pain ,torture, hard work (ugh!) er..fun(?), fights (oh yeah).. three years of my college life.

THE END

Damn. Need a tissue to wipe off my tears. One sec..

Ahem. Back. So where were we? Oh yeah. The college chronicles. People, it is over. Of course, Its not yet officially over . June is this year’s cruelest month. My results will be out . And damn the fact that the brightest kid in my class who will surely bag a rank is my namesake. Damn damn damn, I am gonna have a hard time convincing people... Rank and me. Ha ha.

So just like Mr..er….(psst who was that nice young greek/roman gentleman who had a sword swinging over his head??) well, ahem, well my situation is somewhat similar to his.

*groan* this is tougher than I thought. Writing about my college life. It was one hell of a roller coaster ride, only that I was just a spectator staring at people who were having one hell of that ride..it just means that I was the whiny girl in the group. The pessimist.

I hated my college for so many things. We had separate blocks for arts and science groups. And the arts people always seemed to be having the time of their lives, where we on the other side had our battles with verniers, screwguages and (I like this one!) and chemistry labs. I am sure that the woes of the poor poor chem girls comes second only to ours..hmm..no, actually they suffered more. They had physics as a subsidiary subject..chemistry and physics all in a days work. Ha ha!!!!



Gee I now know what calvin meant when he said “life is never so bad that it can’t get any worse”

Well, I guess there isn’t anything new to the whole three year process..Some are already nodding their heads saying “been there, done that” I know. But my college is for me, special right?

I will miss the Gym Plaza the most . That’s what our auditorium was called. It was literally chekuthanum kadalinum edakku!!( between sea and devil)
The gym plaza is between our college and hostel. A girls’ college can be matched in evil only with a girls’ hostel.

Have hard time believing that? Well, we had a clinic near our block, and it will make the doctor’s xmas if he ever got a chance to take out voice boxes and dump it in the bin. On all occasions, without discrimination, we hooted, howled, yelped, stamped , danced, sang..er.well you get the idea. For some reason, the doc was irritated saying stupid reasons like it gave his patients a heart attack whenever there was a function in our auditorium..(rolling my eyes)

He is on top of the list of people I will never forgive. For I believe he is one prime reason our auditorium was shifted to the main block. We have a new one now, named “Elecium” (sigh,I know) which is never ever going to be the same as our dear old gym plaza….sniff sniff..am gonna cry..

The mirror room, which doesn’t have a mirror, our canteen, which we always turned to when we wanted to get a quick stomach upset just before an exam, my lab, teresian week, elections, malayali manka competitions..sigh, I will miss it all..

I spent my three years finding faults with my college, I still hate it for all those things it subjected me to, but you know what? I have the right to, and you don’t. Its my college, I can say what I want.

Oh, btw, we were actually thrown out of our college. Literaly. story goes like this.
On our last day we went to get our caution deposit back. No one really knew how much we actually paid.

My mom said the money will come to around 1000/-

My friends were of the opinion that it will never turn out to be less than 500/-

We found out we had paid only Rs 360/-.

We hoped we will get atleast get Rs 250/- back.

My caution deposit was exactly Rs 150/-

@#$%^@#$$$

And after grieving over the fact,we were discussing our possibilities sitting near the exam hall. Our discussion turned to mutual friends like Obama, Osama, and second homes like World Trade Centre, Pentagon, Sydney Opera House etc. We didn’t bother to keep our voices down. There were souls inside the exam hall, who had nothing else to do, than stare at the blank paper, and count the cracks on the wall, and of course, swat the flies. They needed entertainment. And who are we to deny them that?

There is this very sweet and gentle nun in the college office, whom we affectionately call “The Terrorist” .She very sweetly asked the watchman to er…show us ladies the way out, as we were disturbing the souls inside the hall. Her exact words being..er..something to that effect. She and Umbridge are first cousins by nature.

And thus we were thrown out of the college. WOW. Not that I needed an incentive or anything. But it hurt like mad, to be asked to step out of our own college premises. I will never forgive nor forget you terrorist. The actual ones seem like lambs when compared to you ..(psst,there is a lot to be told about this one, I will, after I manage to snatch my marklist outta her hands)

So. This is it. I am no longer a Teresian. Unless fate is cruel enough to subject me to the same torture for my PG too..

I still hate my college, half of it, for teaching me in a painful way what not to do. The other half, well the other half doesn’t seem that bad, now that I think of it.

Will miss you.


Updates.

1.joined driving classes. Stay out of the road till june, if you care for your life.
2.fell in love with Edward Cullen.
( he is the male lead character in the novel,Twilight. Edward is described in the book as being charming, polite, determined, and very stubborn. And romantic.(drools) Loves the girl more than his life. Attempts to commit suicide when he learns of his love’s death. Is breathtakingly handsome, and insists on getting married before they take their relationship to next level. So, he is perfect. Oh, one small drawback, did i mention he is a vampire, and a 110 years old?
Loved that book. But only with a small problem. Perfect guys are either vampires or warewolves. Well, I guess that’s the way world is..sigh!




when you can live forever,what do you live for?






and sigh!! edward..



found this while i was searching twilight on the net. loved this..please listen to this one. trust me.

jobless.

have you ever felt like doing a lot of things when you have a lot of other things to be done? and when you don't have anything in particular to be done, you just don't want to do anything at all??

yeah. thats how i feel.

all i can now think of doing is sleeping. zzzzzz....

right now i wanted to sneeze. but couldn't. see what i mean? btw its irritating when you want to sneeze and can't,isn't it??

meh.

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zzzzz....

o mm..dozed off..what was i saying?

yawn.

Practical wisdom

Yippee!!! Free!!! Free!!!!

No re, not the sale ad. I feel free!! My exams are over..YAY!

Er..well, over for now. Ok,have one next Thursday. But on record,all the exams I was supposed to write are over.
Hmm..er, well, almost.

Have the biggest of all exams, the scariest of them lot, yet to embark upon me. My practicals. I don’t know what sort of a person you are, and if you are the sort who thinks practicals are way too easy than theory, then..alas,great minds here made a slip.

I do not dread practicals. I am not that poor at them,I have managed to get out of the lab without forgetting to hand in the answer paper during my board exams,haven’t I? But its been three whole years since I wrote a university practical exam. I have purposefully forgotten how I can make a complete fool out of myself in front of the examiner. Need to dust out old..eech..painful memories..

I have this knack(is that the spelling) of asking the dumbest of questions possible. Or so I thought. Well, not quite. I learnt that I am not yet the last word on dumbness. Sometime ago, our teachers were giving this demo on practicals. The winding up session you know. Our poor teachers taking a last shot at telling us physics labs can be fun..they are optimistic I tell you.

So,during our demo, which included explaining the basic parts of all the equipments(this at the end of the academic year,mind you) she came across my not so favorite one,the rheostat. (all those from the science stream now will be thinking rheostat is something not even worth talking about at the graduation level, I know. But in my defense, my experiences with such simple apparatus including the screwguage, verniers, resistance boxes etc weren’t exactly fun )

So she was telling this one incident about how a girl ( not biased or anything. Girls can be good at electronics, but i am in a girl’s college) asked an examiner who tried to point out that the third terminal of the rheostat was not connected “ whoa! Slow down..a rheostat has three terminals??” ..and I made a mental note to start preparing a list of such questions I can come up with and get it verified with my teacher, you know, just in case..coz, well, I can’t honestly say I haven’t thought about that on!;)

My war with the torsion pendulum apparatus is famous. There are four pendulums in our lab, and I have repeated the experiment four times. I even know the values byheart. It is believed that all except one pendulum is bewitched. I, being the dumbo that I am, never thought twice why others were fighting over one particular apparatus when there were four others. Had I known such trifle details and practiced voodoo along with others, who knows, I might have not got so many repeats..

(my teachers usually give a repeat remark on records if they find the answer unsuitable. However, I was given a remark “complete the experiment,then repeat.” ;)

Its actually fun when you are not tensed. Experimenting you know. I did that during our project time. We got stuck midway through our project. We even had to consider redoing it, or changing it altogether. But , my project partner, with her determined attitude, went into extremes that no one ever even thought of going(read our pg lab), coming up with amazing solutions. Had this been centuries ago,it would be her sitting under the apple tree, instead of Newton. (added note. There are times at which I wish he had the wisdom to go sit under a coconut , or better, a jackfruit tree.)

That reminds me. I broke a TG (tangent galvanometer) at my lab. Not entirely my fault, I snoozed off. But no one said anything about the replacement. If my teachers are reading this, I am not the person you think I am.

A little bit scared… don’t know what blunders I am going to come up with. Although I do like optics expts. Coz they are done in a dark room..daark room.
If someone is to come check on at us during the exam, we can conviniently stop doing the thing we were not supposed to be doing and pretend we are doing what we are supposed to be doing. Although by doing what we were not supposed to be doing, we were desperately trying to find out what we were actually supposed to be doing.

One big applause to all my teachers for having the patience to endure complete dumbos like me for three years. They know us too well, still their loving hearts hope and pray we do well in the exam.



p.s. quantum dots did come up as a qn. But an essay one. You do know what and how much I knew about quantum dots, didn’t you? Do I still need to answer how my exams went?? Have mercy.

p.s.2. its gonna rain here..havooo!!

gotta get this outta ma system!!!!!!!

can't breathe.......mouth turns dry..nothing comes into focus..everything is in a blur.
must....
do......
something......

water!!!!

um..no,tha doesn't seem to be the problem.

i wanna blog i wanna blog i wanna blog!! my exams are near i wanna comment on it. i am finally outta col and i wanna write about it!! i wanna see delhi-6 but i can't, still i wanna blog about it. my teeth hurts,dunno y, but i wanna blog about it. OMR sheets are boring, i wanna blog about it. i wanna join tweeter, but i wanna know who will bother to follow. i wanna pull my hair, pick my nose, do a dance, sing at the top of my lungs. and damn damn damn damn dese exams suffocating me. I DON'T CARE IF..no wait. i do care about the stuff i study. it is fairly, distanly interesting.

*WAIL* but i wanna blog and have my freedom back!

man study hols have to be this long???????? :(:(:(:(:(:(belch.

will be back soon in my form peeps, dontya worry. until then,i should go on a break.
uh oh..someone's coming-"a quantum dot is a seminconductor whose excitons are confined in all the three dimensions"..." am studying maaa....

psst. i now know what a quantum dot is. hope that comes up for the exam. hope hope hope................

yeah yeah,am outta here...

dragging................nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

one of those days!

There are times in your life when you just feel soo blue...You feel like you don't have what you deserve..That life is unfair to you..That you are denied what you are rightfully entitled to have..You feel like you don't fit in..or that nothing fits you..That is when you realise with a pang in your heart that.......you have outgrown all your clothes and you don't have anything new to wear today to college...



*sigh!*



Don't laugh. One day you Will know what i mean. God! i was soo angry today morning while getting ready for college..I mean, i woke up with a determination to pamper myself. wear my best clothes, and actually wear matching accessories( whatever that means!) and what do i find? oh, the apt question will be- what do i not find??



If i complain to my amma she would probably say this..

amma: Don't be silly, what about the blue dress we went and bought from kalyan?

me:its not washed!

amma:what about that one achan bought from madras?

me:i wore it already last week,and week before last and many more that preceded!

amma:hogwash! what about the one which igot drycleaned?

me:urm well..that one huh?? you think that will do?..(i ponder over this for some 38 micro seconds and fortunately comes out of the spell)

amma: and the one you just got stitched-the pretty pink one that your ettan got you?

me: er!

amma:oh i forgot.that black one-silky and smooth..best for this weather..

me: (dryly) oh that?

amma: you do look pretty in that green one you knw!

me: something tells me i won't be getting a new dress!

amma: something got the idea pretty quick. now go get dressed!



Ah! pains of growing up!i hate college for this thing(among many others) that i don't have a uniform..takes away the pleasure of showing off a new dress to all you know!

Don't tell me i am immature now! pshaw!!! sathyam para- you know what i mean don't you??



sigh! one look at the pricetags on the pretty salwars makes you wish that you still lived in the pre historic age, with jambavan as immediate neighbour and happening fashion statement!
shopping is so depressing these days! hmm..maybe one day i should just do what apoos did!



Oh! have to mention- inspite of all this my knowledge in fashion is still tagged meagre. like my knowledge in cooking. they say my cooking abilities "exceeds expectations"..yeah, they never expected me to distinguish salt from sugar,which i apparantly did! i suck at fashion too..my friends and classmates are seriously concerned over my idea of fashion.what will i do dears when you aren't around?

i mean whats the use that if you know the load twist graph of a torsion apparatus is a straight line passing through the orgin or that that the electron moving in a lattice moves in a periodic potential when you don't know that green skirt and blue top don't go well with each other???

oh oh...HELP!