tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63596116885174658642024-02-19T17:48:48.003+05:30lathiyadi.comtotalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-32560740355691464842020-06-15T13:47:00.000+05:302020-06-15T13:47:24.247+05:30The Prodigal Blogger<div>This is awkward.</div><div><br /></div><div>Coming back to this blog after 7 years is like remembering previous life. Karan-Arjun esque feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>If anyone still receives post notifications, drop a holler?<br /></div>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-26428453028345839752012-02-10T17:46:00.002+05:302020-06-15T13:52:53.052+05:30Before Sunrise<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">How many movies have been made in all these years? Documentaries, cartoons, movies, everything included? I don't know. But I guess I can safely bet in-spite of the fact that I have not seen even a considerable fraction of the movies that had been made so far, that "Before Sunrise" is one of the best movies that have been made so far. Few films have made an impression on me as this one has. After seeing this movie, I was on a high, as the expression is nowadays, for days on end, and even now, as I think of it, the feeling surfaces. <br />
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Before sunrise has the obvious, usual, simple, logical, sensible, predictable ingredients.<br />
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So what makes this movie so special? For knowing that, you must watch it. I guess I must say that it is a non-conventional romance, You don't get to see a lot of romantic conversations, clichéd " I love you's" , and the big moustached father of the girl ,inevitable flavor in most stories. But this isn't a story. It does not even have a timeline. It is just a day. A day in the life of a couple. One day. <br />
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Is it the story of a one night stand? If I was held at gunpoint and asked to describe the movie in just three words, I will, for saving my life, admit it is a one night stand. One-day-one-night stand, more accurately. But it is something beyond that as well.<br />
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The story is "minimalistic", which is the word used to describe this movie. Before Bachchan junior had the idea, these couple discovered the art of walking and talking, and that is it. The movie is about a couple who is walking through the picturesque streets of Vienna, Paris, and talking about a lot of stuff. Jesse, our hero, is a romantic who is desperately trying to hide that fact, and Céline is a romantic person, but with apprehensions of her own, and truly a woman in spirit. They meet on a train, and knowing that it is highly improbable that they'll ever cross paths again, they set out to fulfil that desire for adventure.<br />
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There are few things that is not talked about. Love, history, art, past- not exactly a romantic conversation. I wonder, if assured that we might never see the other person again, won't we be more comfortable talking to that person, instead of someone whose judgement threaten us the rest of our lives? That is the essence of the film. Or so I believe.<br />
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Film reviews aren't really my forte'. Nope. But certain films deserve to be reviewed and rated, bad and good ones, so that justice prevails. I don't know what that means, of course, you can understand, you see something wonderful, beautiful which touches you and you cannot help but share it with the world. Like After I saw this movie, I called up my best friend and talked for almost an hour and a half, about the movie, and I was told later that my enthusiasm was contagious. Few films have that affect on us, right? Few things in life have that effect, the ability to elevate to a higher state of blissful happiness borne out of nothing materialistic, infact, it is the idea that gives us the joy. The freedom from life's mundane activity, the mind is in constant search for variety. Something to help the soul to keep going on. <br />
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All I want from life, is just like what Kajol said In DDLJ." Ek mahine mein apni saari zindigi jee loongi"- She is given one month from her life to see Europe, and then, she is ready to placidly accept what life had in store for her. But I don't have that choice. One year, two max, if you put all your hope together and wish for it, Then I have two more years, in which I wouldn't be able to see Europe, am sure. But I hold on to that hope. That maybe one day, I will get to see Europe. Walk through the streets. See things. See the place. Oh how I envy that Santhosh George Kulangara!! Sigh. Just to see Europe. Paris. Vienna. Maybe just like Simran, mein apni saari zindigi us ek mahine mein jee loongi" but for her, it was before her marriage, and for me..I don't know. A month. It is so short a time, but then again, that will be its beauty.<br />
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The stupidest irony is, I have found someone I would love to go there with. But the distance is so much, not to Europe, but to come closer. Once in a lifetime you find yourself among the company of such friends who just..fit in to whatever contorted life you had been living. They fit. Not a square peg and a round hole, a square peg and a square shaped hole. A round peg and a round hole. It is absolute bliss, just lying down on the green ground, looking up at the sky, and laughing really hard. But no, I am not greedy. I can't have everything, life is not meant to be perfect, but it is meant to be a quest for perfection, which you never achieve. So . Europe.<br />
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What has this got to do with the movie? I don't know, my literary abilities are not sufficient enough to explain the connection the ramblings have. But once you watch that movie, You will know. Watch it.<br />
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</div>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-53962324366221951152012-02-05T18:53:00.002+05:302012-02-05T18:55:15.061+05:30Dowry is a dowry is a dowry is a dowry.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">No I did not read the article on today's Hindu, or The Hindu. I was never one to read newspapers. (pauses for gasp). Well, it takes all sorts to make this world!! Fine. Sue me. But if you find another soul who diligently reads every single letter on the "kappalandi pothinju konduvanna kadalaasu", I will eat three gulab jamuns.(Am on a new diet.)<br />
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But I did read the headline, something about how dowry is not abolished, that it has just changed forms. I thought it was very important to post on the blog, my blog, that noone ever reads, except perhaps those who accidently stumble upon it due to creative search phrases...er..I meant, post on this blog my views on the topic.<br />
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This is not a critical view of the system prelevant in India. Infact am ignoring the masses who actually face the problem of dowry and concentrate on lives of people like me. heck, am going to concentrate on me.<br />
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As happens to single, unemployed plain looking fat girls, I am also tortured into, blackmailed into(emotionally) a marriage, given I give the impression of being this absolutely useful PhD wannabe who doesn't know what she wants. My profile is on Kerala matrimony, and I must say, given all this, it is quite fun womakoing grooms with your mom. Prospective grooms, that is. <br />
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What is dowry? or rather, What is not dowry? Dowry, if we are talking about the kind they all are screaming to abolish is different from the unnamed phenomenon which happens in families in a subtle manner in only one aspect. The absence of a whimpering father and a weeping mother at the wedding stage. In due course of time, dowry will be taken and dowry will be given, only it will be under a different name, or no name.<br />
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Now. We have to present the girl decently for her wedding right? I mean, she is so and so's grand daughter, she can't appear in public without a decent amount of jewellery! No No it is not dowry, we are giving it to her wonly! Our lil baby! Daddy's precious girl! Arey it is a custom almost a religious ceremony to send off the bride in a new car! What bhaisaab how is it dowry! She will be driving it no! Ah first visit to the daughter's house! Call a lorry, buy Ann's bakery, load the stuff into it!" what are you saying, it is my daughter's sister in law's brother's littly baby! we gotta get those tiny little anklets,how can we visit empty handed! Aah, it is jamaiji's pitaji's 60th birthday! Golden ring, nothing else will do. Flat's downpayment is 80 lakhs. Surely you can count on us molu! <br />
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Well, either pay it all at one go, or pay in installments. If you have a child, a girl child, then by Indian standards, you have to pay dowry.<br />
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It is a subtle concept, so subtle and interwoven into conduct and tradition that it is actually glorified, and the evil is deeprooted, it is futile to think of uprooting it. I used to argue that, well, the groom's family is equally responsible for the above mentioned expenses. But is that so? I am not sure.<br />
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Is it actually necessary, the way Indian parents are tied up to their children for life? Well, what do I know of the practices in other countries? With my thorough knowledge on sitcoms and relatively rich experience in watching a lot of movies, I do believe I am eligible to comment on the western culture. Don't they ..hmm how else to put this- let go their children after a certain age? The lives becomes separated, not interwined. They help each other, not depend on each other and continue to suck the resources out. (harsh, you think?)<br />
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Dowry is not something that can be abolished. It is there, it is a part of our social structure that a complete radical change in the entire system is necessary for it to disappear. Maybe when we become parents, we will value our freedom and respect our children's as well, maybe we will succeed in abolishing it.<br />
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Until then, I'll rather opt out of a costly MBA, and settle for a second hand car, to be compensated for in my wedding. <br />
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New Year coming up!!!! Although my new year is so totally ruined with exams, I am looking forward to it , Because it is special for me,in my own eccentric way. or I believe so. This had been the longest most significant year of my life. Oh yeah,It was really really really really really long. A year that made me wait.</div>
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Waiting for the exams to get over, waiting for the results to come, waiting for the time to pass so that I can finally feel everything will turn out ok, waiting anxiously to hear my name being called out during the admission process, waiting for college to open, waiting for a birthday to wish someone, waiting for a call, waiting for a blog post,waiting for the night to end,waiting for the tears to dry up, waiting for the nurse to dress up the wounds, waiting for the class to get over so that i can run out ,go to a lone place and scream out loud.</div>
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Significant year, a year that showed me how strong I am, how stupid I can be, A year that taught me a lot of things.</div>
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That life moves on.</div>
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That there is nothing a good night's sleep after a heavy dinner can't solve.</div>
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That forever is indeed a very short time.</div>
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That friends can hurt you, and hurt you where it hurts the most, hurt you and still,sleep a peaceful sleep.</div>
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That walking and talking can be injurious to health.</div>
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That the greatest knowledge in life is to know what you want.</div>
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That ignorance is bliss</div>
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That things change,people change,and there are perverts who can read this and smile.</div>
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That courage is all about doing what you think will kill you, but do it anyway.</div>
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That malayalam film industry may not be lost afterall.</div>
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That people everywhere are the same.</div>
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That no matter what they have done, family is family.</div>
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That somethings can never be forgiven, but still, are better forgotten.</div>
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That salt is an important ingredient in dishes and doing a jiggy while holding hot chorukalam isnt a good idea,at all.</div>
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And this is, but A year in which I lost two of the most important people in my life.K and FS. Wish you would come back, but as we three know, nothing will be the same ever. Kudos to the smiles we brought upon each other's lives, forget the tears, and be happy, wherever you are.:)</div>
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And tada. am I glad this year is over!! And looking at the things I've learned, i think I passed out the trials with flying colours. (kaakka para para para,poocha no para para para!) Toughest exam, proudest moment.Pappu aakhir pas ho hi gaya!!(gayi,gaye,what??)</div>
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Wishing all my readers-bugsy,blunty, gymnast,kochu,destiny's child,and the new reader,nitin- A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!(malapadakkam!)</div>
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ha. So what if i try to get a bit personal on my blog? hey, this is crossroads. I am supposed to have landed a job, or have found my calling, or had a kid(after marriage,ofc, according to my best friend's mother) by now. Sadly, nothing has happened yet. will anything happen? </div>Totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738153993660241257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-70068923604286654192011-11-15T20:46:00.002+05:302011-11-16T15:24:56.607+05:30Fish.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Verrbaddd breaking of habit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Did I love fish? A matter of great debate. I do not know if I liked fish. I had no particular hatred towards any fish- fried, curry or otherwise. I eat, which is something anyone can understand, eyes can see. But Now, after 6 months of hostel life, I have emerged a new person, who can confidently tell the world out there that I hate fish.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">I asked my mom what my usual reaction to fish was<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Mom: "You eat whatever I give you, YOU UNDERSTAND?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">It was a simple decision and it sums up most of my life's decisions.I asked dahling sis how she remembered me in association with my fish eating habits.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Sis: "Can I have it if she doesn't want it? Can I have it even if she desperately wanted it?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">That was pretty much it. But now, I CANNOT eat fish. I vomit if I hear fish. I am against Fishism* now. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">It all happened while I was at the hostel. PG, rather, and the house owner gave us fish, as usual. I ate all the fish, the next thing I knew, I was reversing the process. Life turned pretty nasty after that, coz I had to live on eggs. But I cannot eat omelettes as well. So that is fish and egg out of my diet.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Only chicken and mutton left.:() But I yam a pooor vegetarian!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">TVM, one more reason why I hate you. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So long and thanks for all the fish.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738153993660241257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-71208603865112280312011-11-12T18:38:00.006+05:302011-11-12T18:59:01.149+05:30The different kinds of people.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Most people might not agree with me on the views expressed in this post. But I don't care, because most people, don't read my blog.<br />
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I was having an enlightening conversation about TV shows with my fellow hosteler, and she gave me insights into the character of people based on their preference of TV shows. I tend to agree with her. Most people won't understand these comparisons, if they are not familiar with the shows. Then again, fortunately, most people don't read my blog.<br />
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1. There are F.R.I.E.N.D.S. people, and then, there are Seinfeld people.<br />
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Both are sitcoms. Both talk about friends. Both have invisible audience laughing at a joke to let you know it was a joke. But still, Some people like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and some people like Seinfeld. Well, somepeople read my blog. But most people, who don't read my blog, either don't care, or love both. Again, I cannot stress this point enough, I do NOT care about most people who don't like my blog.<br />
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2. ER and House MD.<br />
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</a> Seriously. This is beyond me. hello? Guy with attitude, crippled, saying stuff you don't understand, . And GEORGE CLOONEY. Seriously, There are people in the other category? Then again, I am known to be a drama queen.<br />
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</div></div>Totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738153993660241257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-57927351458750711652011-11-12T12:08:00.001+05:302011-11-12T12:14:31.273+05:30Am Back.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.tomjerrygames.org/files/image/Tom_and_Jerry_The_Number_Merge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.tomjerrygames.org/files/image/Tom_and_Jerry_The_Number_Merge.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><br />
Sowie I went away. See I'll give you cheeese if ya start reading me 'ere again.<br />
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I wus <a href="http://www.totalliemeh.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">'ere </a>all this time!!</div>Totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738153993660241257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-71884343503374456702011-11-05T09:53:00.000+05:302011-11-05T09:53:02.986+05:30Dear anonymous, leave me alone.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am a bit too weird for you to understand why I have three blogs and why I keep udpating stuff here and there as I wish. For those who have got their stuff in order cannot fathom this tendency of mine to be indecisive, right from the matters which usually needn't matter, these petty things as blogs. But here I am, blogging, typing away and subjecting you to all sorts of torture from all possible platforms. It is like I am everywhere! <br />
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This abandoned blog is now under attack. Have I mentioned the 53x word anywhere in this blog? Is there anything in this blog that even remotely suggests that the blog owner's anatomy includes additions in the southern regions, which is dissatisfied with its dimensions? I cannot use the proper words here, it might be noted in the radar, and the poor blog will be bombarded with the suggestions on increasing the dimensions something non existent. My blog is definitely lacking a Y chromosome. please.<br />
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There are 24 spam comments in my inbox. Or is it on my inbox? whatever. So. these spam can be categorised into ..24 types. Variety was maintained to retain the spice of life. The ones that really made me cry were the diet supplementary ones and the body building ones. I dare not click on the links, but I can pretty much guess what anonymous is trying to say. I get it. There are skinny people out there!! DON"T RUB IT IN! What,am a bit healthy. I have spare fat. More than that I need yeah. But do you have to rub salt in the wounds by saying " Oh here is a nice way to increase the dimensions northawards, southwards, sidewards(er), oh no wait- You're fat, never mind"<br />
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I bet if you open the link it will say at the end, "Please ignore this mail if you are fat."<br />
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Ouch.<br />
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And don't even get me started on the dimensional analysis of the southern regions. You are targeting the wrong section of the species. You are doing what I think the Nolan guy was thinking when he made that movie Inception. You are, yes you are.<br />
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I love my blog. This blog. My very first blog. An angel falls from heaven everytime you post a dirty comment on my blog. I sure as hell hope I never get to know who the f you are, but just in case, you better make sure your rear is insured. <br />
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But since we are on this topic, what is the best thing you've got on the department og decrements? <br />
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</div>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-82891394384206829792010-11-04T11:29:00.001+05:302010-11-04T11:29:24.550+05:30I truly, Absolutely and completely HATE exams.totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-49050026081345374532010-07-07T13:51:00.002+05:302010-07-07T20:18:15.197+05:30yello!<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There is no law prohibiting me form posting on my own blog, no matter what I may have said about it. So, no questions encouraged. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So changes on the blog- I just love the new theme designer! Had fun, no really. How is the new theme btw? Oh yea, The equations background- well, for those who don't know, I major in physics, But I belong to that class of people who doesn't have a clue as to why they chose the subject they are ..er..mastering. Hmm. I stil have a solid one year left to decide whether there is any hope left in the stuff.But You may take the physics outta me, but you can't take me outta physics. (What does that mean anyway?) </span></span><br />
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I wrote the worst exam I've ever wrote in my entire life. Er. That is the whole point of the post. My quantum mechanics ! paper. It was a ..fiasco. Total chaos. And am still recovering from it.<br />
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I entered the hall, with absolutely no hope of having anything to write upon the paper, perhaps the register number maybe, but nothing else. one whole year..no, Three whole months of Boring, lengthy lectures, and I have absolutely No idea about the QM syllabus. The Mind went blank. Totallie.<br />
But, We came here for writing the exam, and writing the exam is what we are going to do. <b>We will not go quietly into the night, we will not vanish without a fight.</b><br />
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Ok. Fifteen minutes is more than enough time required to fill in the first page. let us look into the question paper, shall we?<br />
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OO..OH YEA! Stark effect! I know that. Tch. The degeneracy remover. Piece of cake. There. I will pass the exam with this one question, after all, an essay of 12 marks no??<br />
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<i><b>WHAT SORT OF A MORON WILL SET A QUESTION PAPER IN WHICH AN ESSAY IS ASKED FOR 2..TWO MARKS?????? AAARGH!!!!</b></i><br />
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Well. Ahem. I don't have much of a choice. I know the essay like as if it were my own PhD thesis. I simply HAVE to write it.<br />
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And I did. For two marks, I wrote some five papers. thats 10 pages.<br />
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oh-kay. We're done. Now to get out of the hall. Its cold in here. Ta lalla...here's the twine. And am gonna tie it up, am gonna tie it up nice and easy...uh oh. My class in charge. What! He is the examiner?<br />
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Oh boy, if looks could kill.<br />
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hehe..pattiche! I was just<i> pretending </i>to tie the sheets you see. Jesus! hey can I have one more additional sheet?? thank you, I asked for one, so nice of you to give me three. Are you trying to tell me something??<br />
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There. My classmate has also finished writing the exams! She is tying up the papers..oh, okay, she was going to, anyway.<br />
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<b>ekaanthathayude..apaara..theeram.</b><br />
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"Discuss linear vector space?" I would love to but with whom? ya know there is this dumb policy against talking in the exam hall..tch. but still, if you ask to discuss, then discuss we shall.<br />
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gee. Sir. That was just a thought!<br />
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<b>15 more minutes. </b><br />
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oye, no tea breaks?<br />
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<b>10 more</b><br />
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ew. a spider!!!<br />
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wh??? where??? sup!! oh. i slept off eh?<br />
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Sir? Oh you were asking how many extra sheets I took? er. <i><b>Psstpsstpsst</b></i><br />
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I said- <i><b>psstpsst</b></i><br />
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Oh damn it, <b>TWO!!!! </b>Gee. rub it in.<br />
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The bell. Finally!!!.Its about time.<br />
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Now. the escape tactics. Do NOT get caught by the QM teacher. Duck. Slide. Hide. Climb. Dive.<br />
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okie. aand we're outta college. Where from here?<br />
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<i><b>Where from here?</b></i>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-55786192174168896322009-07-03T17:19:00.002+05:302009-07-03T17:58:34.904+05:30Stories of sarees..<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Before you read this,you need to be reminded of/introduced to some concepts..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1.My fashion sense is dangerous.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2. That runs in the family.[but skipped my sis. and my dad considers it a personal insult to have a "fashion" sense.]</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What, did I find?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"mom, have no fear,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The damsel in distress is here!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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.."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But by momentary lapse of memory,we started picking up sarees...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Me</strong>: <em>This is good..</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mom</strong>: <em>It is dirty.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Me</strong>: <em>what about this one?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>mom</strong>: <em>nah..the blouse doesn't fit.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>me</strong>: <em>this must be good.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>mom</strong>:<em> it is torn.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>me</strong>: <em>this gotta be(better be) good!!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>mom</strong>: <em>thats new. I cant wear a new saree on saturday.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Me</strong>: <em>hey this is my top I gave you for altering! MOM!! aargh!! its still here??</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>mom</strong>:(pretends she did not hear it.) <em>this one is too simple.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mom</strong>: <em>what about this one?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Me</strong>: <em>NO! you already wore it to the engagement. NO NO!(</em>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.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">argh! tic.tock.tock.tic.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Me:</strong> <em>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.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Mom</strong>: <em>aargh!!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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<strong><em> my</em></strong> wedding, <em><strong>My</strong></em> mom, She wears what <strong><em>I </em></strong>want" reason, and I had to give in! dang. Meh. Bah.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is fun dressing up your mom.. We get a chance to <del>take revenge</del> to show gratitude for the times when we were a baby and she chose the dresses for us. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My sis is gonna kill me If the saree I chose wasnt appropriate for Mom.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dang.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">less than 12 hours and I have to come up with something to wear myself. anything. Something!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wonder whether there will be palada for the sadya.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">:)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-78543056283131313632009-07-02T20:20:00.009+05:302009-07-06T14:53:33.949+05:30Random updates<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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. </span><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2. I just said I am bored of blogsville, and I posted an hour after I said so.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3.I am not invited to a wedding I would love to go to.(not the wedding I mentioned in the last blog)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4.I made this. It is soya paneer curry. No casualities reported. Yet. </span></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-EdbXDeO7j6D_8Q3YUMZeHEZ8kgegwbohXPWCJ3mMA81V_33bvSf7b4nfuwiFM26DbeQOYxHHz1jzgz-M6LQW44r2uy_vGrJ2Jkim2-Bqi0xW_Y6LdmgUuv-a-lIjHMrdNLXWVNJg9I/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353885212645431618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-EdbXDeO7j6D_8Q3YUMZeHEZ8kgegwbohXPWCJ3mMA81V_33bvSf7b4nfuwiFM26DbeQOYxHHz1jzgz-M6LQW44r2uy_vGrJ2Jkim2-Bqi0xW_Y6LdmgUuv-a-lIjHMrdNLXWVNJg9I/s320/DSC00834.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">7.I took this photo.I think its pretty good.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevHtf7pUGoXbwOQOMxM0Ko5qBUFmVK_knHta4Sg_YBpACz8-EWxYLd5GmixyeuKAH4HBZsSW1KVDm1_ApZQuLf_RGOVpjGU9fGCXKXRNg42OrLdwlqhQDGUJqeLiXWpIqALnY0yimUgY/s1600-h/roshny+105.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353887101292497810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevHtf7pUGoXbwOQOMxM0Ko5qBUFmVK_knHta4Sg_YBpACz8-EWxYLd5GmixyeuKAH4HBZsSW1KVDm1_ApZQuLf_RGOVpjGU9fGCXKXRNg42OrLdwlqhQDGUJqeLiXWpIqALnY0yimUgY/s320/roshny+105.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">8. I have a whole month of vacations infront of me. I spent the first two days of it vaccuming.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">9. I found out that the fastest way to tell my sis something is by posting it on my blog.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">10.I am truly,madly and deeply bored.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">11. MJ died. Someone please tell me I dreamt so.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">13. I gained seven kilos.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">15.point 15 deleted as per request. message is delivered..</span><br /></div></div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div></div></div>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-18092287454475457292009-06-20T09:53:00.007+05:302010-02-21T19:26:59.665+05:30Gone..with the wind...<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Scene 1.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Date-20th December 2000</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Venue- Std 7 classroom of a girls only school. No guys present anywhere except the 60 year old watchman,outside the gate..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">It was the day Hrithik Roshan got married.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">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..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">sigh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">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...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">That was the first marriage of a friend that I attended.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Scene 2. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Venue- My bedroom.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Date- er..3 days back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">me on sms chat with my best friend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">me: u heard? M s gettin married!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">missed call.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">me.: guy's engg.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">she: arrngd no?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">me:yeah..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">missed call.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">me: sigh.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">she: bt ts al..our clsmte gettin married..v will soon be!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">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.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">me: cal re.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">followed a very emotional conversation on how life was getting all scary and how we were all growing up and ...and...(wail..))</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">sniff..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">and we reminded each other of our good old days..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">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!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">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 </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monica_Geller"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Monica</span></a><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> 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..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And what next? we babysit for each other's children??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And worry about getting the kid into school??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And then worry about the hormonal changes?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And then worry about their marriage?</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I already feel old.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">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-<strong><em>I</em></strong> get to say "you are next!")</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Wish we never grew up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And now I sing..</span><br />
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<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">so if we get the big jobs,and we make the big money</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">when we look back now will our jokes still be funny</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">will we still remember everything we learned at school</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">still be trying to break every single rule.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">i keep thinking its not goodbye</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">keep on thinking its a time to fly</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">and this is how it feels</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">as we go on,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">we remember,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">all the times we,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">had together,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">as our lives change,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">from whatever,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">we will still be,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWitXo2sgJ0"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">friends...forever..</span></a></em></strong></div><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I wonder.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And the now the big question.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">to wear saree or not to wear saree for the wedding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">gulp.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></span>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-52139876739582087452009-06-08T12:54:00.016+05:302009-06-10T21:08:59.683+05:30a proposal,a cake and a catastrophe.<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"<em>you drive me crazy!</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">but it just can't be</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">am so excited</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">i meant to be</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">o o o <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">craaazy</span>!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">but it feels <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">allright</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">baby thinking of you keeps me up all night.!!!!!</span></em></div><div align="left"></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of June? yup. that was her. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sheesh</span>. hell hath no fury than a woman who just failed to bake a cake.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(2 seconds in reverence for the cake that couldn't be. Amen)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OK. now my fellow earthlings, carbon based bipeds, this post is about how i "drive" people crazy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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[ <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">yaarada</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">evanokke</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">vandi</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">odikkan</span> license <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">koduthathu</span>!!- who gave these idiots license to drive?]. One lousy rainy day,he found himself in the passenger seat of a worn out <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">WagonR</span> 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. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">lets just say we all saw our entire lives flash before our eyes within a span of minutes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now- I have some good news and some bad news. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I got my driver's license.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All those who asked "and what's the good news?" please- see that cute red button on the top right corner? click it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">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....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><a href="http://www.montrealgazette.com/Entertainment/Archie+comics+Archie+Veronica/1636024/story.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Archie Andrews pops up the question-to Veronica Lodge!!!!</span></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"></span></a></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I <span style="color:#000000;">am in a shock. Please- I can't say anymore. I feel the pain Betty. You know what? Am giving <em>you</em> the title "Damsel In Distress" for a while. And to any knights around-you know what to do.</span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All those who missed me in blogs ville, say "<em>aye</em>".</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></em></strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br />P.S. women suck at driving. I know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> the popular belief. what say girls, we will just let these men believe so, right? We are way above such petty beliefs.</p>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-45558640369081686712009-05-08T11:59:00.004+05:302010-04-15T13:03:17.650+05:30Phhhbbbbt!!!Our maid/domestic help/heart and soul of the house (no wait, that's me) well, she used my shampoo to clean my bathroom.<br />
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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.<br />
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Murphy knew this would happen. .In his words-<br />
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<i><b>"Left to themselves, things (</b></i>or maids<i><b>) tend to go from bad to worse."</b></i><br />
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<b><i>"Matter will be damaged in direct proportion to its value".</i></b> (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)<br />
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Then again- <b><i>Smile, tomorrow could be worse</i></b>.<br />
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Know what? I have no trouble in believing <i>that</i>.<br />
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Have a great weekend folks.My weekend in B'lore. sigh. What awaits me there?<br />
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And, please keep shampoos outta reach of maids.totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-59841289546443204732009-04-16T20:51:00.008+05:302009-04-17T06:44:12.354+05:30Updates.<p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>All to find out it may not be afterall a big deal. </p><p>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.</p><p>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?</p><p>Did graduation in Physics, applied for a PG in English? My train of thoughts always boards the wrong stations. </p><p>Focus. Study.</p><p>sleep.</p><p>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.</p><p></p>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-61208766727238995802009-04-15T12:08:00.002+05:302009-04-15T14:27:25.780+05:30TemptationsI 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.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>me</strong>: <em>"ippo thanne veno"?</em> ( need it right now?)<br /><br /><strong>sis</strong>: <em>" grr"</em> (yes.NOW.)<br /><br /><br /><br />sigh. templates can (should) wait. I ran down, checked the fridge, found the target, acquired it, and rushed out through the door.<br /><br />Then I remembered.<br /><br />I was not wearing any chappals.<br /><br /><br /><br />Now that IS a big problem. I just need to get to the first floor of the flat, and <em>that</em> I can do in a jiffy. But the situation demanded that i should go upstairs, er.."<strong>find"</strong> 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.<br /><br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />LIFESAVERS.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><br />size 8. flat heels. nice colour.<br />size 9. wow big feet!<br />size 7. platform heels. good colour, matches with my salwar. eureka!<br /><br />I looked here. looked there. no one in sight. red monster on one side. the white one on the other.<br /><br /><strong>red one</strong> : "<em> go on. its just a block away, you will be back in a jiffy. no risk involved."</em><br /><strong>white one</strong>: <em>" you just moved in. don't you dare get into the neighbour's blackbook. Just think . its good for the brain."</em><br /><br />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."<br /><br />time was running out.<br /><br />tick-tock. tick-tock.<br /><br />Suddenly,the door opened. The aunty smiled at me. Woman's intuition maybe, she left the door ajar. I was saved from the confusion.<br /><br />Left with no other choice,I sighed, ran downstairs, delivered the loot. Came back. don't worry, took a bath. Am now clean.<br /><br />sigh.and I came <em>this</em> close.<br /><br />should get new shoes.ASAP.<br /><br />p.s. No,its not just you. people do wonder whether i am crazy. after a few more posts, the opinion changes to <em>"weird."</em> Dont worry, it will be a while when you realise the genius in me. I can wait.<br /><br />yawn.totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-54600041814572190382009-04-11T17:23:00.016+05:302009-04-15T09:17:24.941+05:30Thanksgiving....<p></p><p>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 <em>my</em> birthday that counts. not my blog's. *evil grin*</p><p></p><p> </p><p>Still, the fact remains, it is <em>almost</em> 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..</p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>I still wonder why I thought of a blog amidst all the confusion. Weird. Even by my standards, the thought was pretty weird.</p><p></p><p> </p><p>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.</p><p></p><p> </p><p>Dance- 2 years</p><p></p><p> </p><p>Music- 2 years</p><p></p><p> </p><p>(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)</p><p></p><p> </p><p>Guitar-7 months ( ROTFL)</p><p></p><p> </p><p>Drawing-2 months</p><p></p><p> </p><p>my interest dies down soon..so one year..IT IS A BIG DEAL.</p><p></p><p> </p><p>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. </p><p></p><p> </p><p>Even though not a big success, I think everything went quite smooth..hmm..nice.:)</p><p></p><p> </p><p>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..</p><p></p><p> </p><p>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. </p><p></p><p> </p><p>the not so obvious people. in that order itself.</p><p></p><p> </p><p>1. <strong>My dentist</strong>. *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. ;)</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>2. <strong>Jay</strong>- for being the first person to comment on my blog. It was encouraging. Thankyou.</p><p> </p><p>3. <strong><a href="http://anandms.wordpress.com/">Appuannan</a></strong>- 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><p> </p><p>p.s. write more!!!!</p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>4. <strong>Binsy</strong>- 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!!</p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>5 <a href="http://www.red-devil-rocks.blogspot.com/">.<strong>chef mithu</strong></a>- 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*</p><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>6.<strong>Sree</strong>- 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!</p><p></p><p> </p><p>7.<strong> <a href="http://destinyschildsspace.blogspot.com/">destiny</a></strong>- for knowing the right dose of encouragement. coming from you, it means a lot,being a great blogger that you are..:)</p><p></p><p> </p><p>8. <strong><a href="http://destinyschildsspace.blogspot.com/">xh</a></strong>- you are always the first to comment. i like that.</p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>9. <strong><a href="http://www.hamishjoy.com/">hamish</a></strong>- 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.</p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>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!!!</p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-2236348763109209562009-04-08T14:05:00.009+05:302010-04-02T22:02:18.411+05:30So 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Damn. Need a tissue to wipe off my tears. One sec..<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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*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.<br />
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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!!!!<br />
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Gee I now know what <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calvin_and_Hobbes">calvin </a>meant when he said “<strong>life is never so bad that it can’t get any worse</strong>”<br />
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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?<br />
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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)<br />
The gym plaza is between our college and hostel. A girls’ college can be matched in evil only with a girls’ hostel.<br />
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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)<br />
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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..<br />
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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..<br />
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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.<br />
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Oh, btw, we were actually thrown out of our college. Literaly. story goes like this.<br />
On our last day we went to get our caution deposit back. No one really knew how much we actually paid.<br />
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My mom said the money will come to around 1000/-<br />
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My friends were of the opinion that it will never turn out to be less than 500/-<br />
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We found out we had paid only Rs 360/-.<br />
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We hoped we will get atleast get Rs 250/- back.<br />
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My caution deposit was exactly Rs 150/-<br />
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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?<br />
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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 <a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Dolores_Umbridge">Umbridge</a> are first cousins by nature.<br />
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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)<br />
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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..<br />
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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.<br />
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Will miss you.<br />
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<strong>Updates.</strong><br />
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1.joined driving classes. Stay out of the road till june, if you care for your life.<br />
2.fell in love with Edward Cullen.<br />
( he is the male lead character in the novel,<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(novel)">Twilight</a>. 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?<br />
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!<br />
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<em>when you can live forever,what do you live for?<br />
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found<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72HsHfhxiUg"> this </a>while i was searching twilight on the net. loved this..please listen to this one. trust me.totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-75418509161281387292009-03-29T15:14:00.004+05:302009-03-29T15:25:23.016+05:30jobless.<div>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??</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>yeah. thats how i feel.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>all i can now think of doing is sleeping. zzzzzz....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>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??</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>meh.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>:</div><br /><div>:</div><br /><div>:</div><br /><div>zzzzz....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>o mm..dozed off..what was i saying?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>yawn. </div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPfwH62-GnFfm6KUD8kPYSTE2s_k28f35s5ebxbEB7uYDW6XjGub6JrvwFzN3CsSJH67gYU_TAqMiQ6ylS_7jJudefkF4ne8X7QYGmICu93vpuz65Nsr_274XzPNbUShQRTIKDjAnnqI/s1600-h/1195439435132150667Gerald_G_Cartoon_Cat_Sleeping_Outline_svg_med.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318545834167499746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPfwH62-GnFfm6KUD8kPYSTE2s_k28f35s5ebxbEB7uYDW6XjGub6JrvwFzN3CsSJH67gYU_TAqMiQ6ylS_7jJudefkF4ne8X7QYGmICu93vpuz65Nsr_274XzPNbUShQRTIKDjAnnqI/s320/1195439435132150667Gerald_G_Cartoon_Cat_Sleeping_Outline_svg_med.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-54858086540935384032009-03-13T17:15:00.004+05:302010-04-08T18:13:31.074+05:30Practical wisdom<span style="font-family: verdana;">Yippee!!! Free!!! Free!!!!<br />
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No re, not the sale ad. I feel free!! My exams are over..YAY!<br />
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Er..well, over for now. Ok,have one next Thursday. But on record,all the exams I was supposed to write are over.<br />
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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.<br />
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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..<br />
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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.<br />
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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 )<br />
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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 “<em> whoa! Slow down..a rheostat has three terminals??”</em> ..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!;)<br />
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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..<br />
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(my teachers usually give a <em><span style="color: red;">repeat</span></em> remark on records if they find the answer unsuitable. However, I was given a remark “complete the experiment,then repeat.” ;)<br />
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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.)<br />
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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.<br />
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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<strong><em>..daark</em></strong> room.<br />
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 <strong><em>actually</em></strong> supposed to be doing.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">p.s.2. its gonna rain here..havooo!!<br />
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</span>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-17501626482253500922009-02-17T16:07:00.006+05:302009-02-24T10:35:05.881+05:30gotta get this outta ma system!!!!!!!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">can't breathe.......mouth turns dry..nothing comes into focus..everything is in a blur.<br />must....<br />do......<br />something......<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">water!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />um..no,tha doesn't seem to be the problem.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />*WAIL* but i wanna blog and have my freedom back!<br /><br />man study hols have to be this long???????? :(:(:(:(:(:(belch.<br /><br />will be back soon in my form peeps, dontya worry. until then,i should go on a break.<br />uh oh..someone's coming-"a quantum dot is a seminconductor whose excitons are confined in all the three dimensions"..." am studying maaa....<br /><br />psst. i now know what a quantum dot is. hope that comes up for the exam. hope hope hope................<br /><br />yeah yeah,am outta here...<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">dragging................nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii</span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span>totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359611688517465864.post-55917718585737208932009-01-08T18:31:00.004+05:302009-02-03T16:28:50.053+05:30one 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.......<em>you have outgrown all your clothes and you don't have anything new to wear today to college...</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br />*sigh!*<br /><br /><br /><br />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 <strong><em>not</em></strong> find??<br /><br /><br /><br />If i complain to my amma she would probably say this..<br /><br /><strong>amma</strong>: Don't be silly, what about the blue dress we went and bought from kalyan?<br /><br /><strong>me</strong>:its not washed!<br /><br /><strong>amma</strong>:what about that one achan bought from madras?<br /><br /><strong>me</strong>:i wore it already last week,and week before last and many more that preceded!<br /><br /><strong>amma</strong>:hogwash! what about the one which igot drycleaned?<br /><br /><strong>me</strong>: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)<br /><br /><strong>amma</strong>: and the one you just got stitched-the pretty pink one that your ettan got you?<br /><br /><strong>me</strong>: er!<br /><br /><strong>amma</strong>:oh i forgot.that black one-silky and smooth..best for this weather..<br /><br /><strong>me</strong>: (dryly) oh that?<br /><br /><strong>amma</strong>: you do look pretty in that green one you knw!<br /><br /><strong>me: </strong>something tells me i won't be getting a new dress!<br /><br /><strong>amma:</strong> something got the idea pretty quick. now go get dressed!<br /><br /><br /><br />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!<br /><br />Don't tell me i am immature now! pshaw!!! sathyam para- you know what i mean don't you??<br /><br /><br /><br />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!<br />shopping is so depressing these days! hmm..maybe one day i should just do what <a href="http://anandms.wordpress.com/2008/08/24/liquidity-hazard/">apoos </a>did!<br /><br /><br /><br />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?<br /><br />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???<br /><br />oh oh...HELP!totalliemehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895845959706673564noreply@blogger.com14