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.