a proposal,a cake and a catastrophe.

"you drive me crazy!

but it just can't be

am so excited

i meant to be

o o o craaazy!

but it feels allright

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got my driver's license.

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

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

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

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

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





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

Phhhbbbbt!!!

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

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

Murphy knew this would happen. .In his words-

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

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

Then again- Smile, tomorrow could be worse.

Know what? I have no trouble in believing that.

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

And, please keep shampoos outta reach of maids.

Updates.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Focus. Study.

sleep.

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