Phhhbbbbt!!!

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

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

Murphy knew this would happen. .In his words-

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

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

Then again- Smile, tomorrow could be worse.

Know what? I have no trouble in believing that.

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

And, please keep shampoos outta reach of maids.

Updates.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Focus. Study.

sleep.

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

Temptations

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



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

sis: " grr" (yes.NOW.)



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

Then I remembered.

I was not wearing any chappals.



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



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

LIFESAVERS.

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



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

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

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

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

time was running out.

tick-tock. tick-tock.

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

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

sigh.and I came this close.

should get new shoes.ASAP.

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

yawn.