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.