New Year Resolutions @ GEET @ 2010

This is not for the general public.. this is for me to remember... writing it down here cuz i believe this is a better place than a piece of paper! :P

I Hereby Resolve to Break Most Of the Following: (i have added clauses to most of them, the clause helps me not break the rules)

1. DO NOT FIGHT WITH YOUR FOLKS; unless they are being unreasonable!

2. BE NICE TO PEOPLE; but remember, you don't have to be nice to everyone!

3. LOOSE WEIGHT! Target 8.5 kilos to be lost by the end of the year!
               EXERCISE! At least 4 times in a week!
               EAT LESS, WAAAAAAAAAAAK MORE!

4. GET A BOYFRIEND... you need someone to vent your frustration on! lol!

5. IMPROVE YOUR DRESSING SENSE... i mean you can at least co-ordinate your clothes... right?

6.START READING
              The Newspaper: TOI n ET!
              Novels: any... just to get a head start into reading!

7. TAKE CARE OF YOUR SKIN
              Drink lozza water.
              Eat right... sleep right... think right (anyways, stress is NOT good)!

8. LOOK NICE... it will help you deceive yourself in times of misery!

9. SMILE.. you have an amazing smile... you just might have a boi fall for it! :P

10. LAUGH: sometimes, when you laugh real hard.. your stomach gets a work out.. so laugh out your fat!

11. HELP MA... she knows how to get pa's permission for things you can't get permission for yourself!

12. STOP BEING DISGUSTING, IRRITATING & a PERVERT... be susheel!

13. CONTINUE YOUR BLOG... some people love it.. some like it... some dislike... some detest it.. most do not care... but you.. you love it... so keep up the work!

Kaka’s Kachi Mishri!

Yesterday was my cousin’s, Kaka (Girish Kumar’s) kachi misri… what’s kachi mishri? Most people here in India, call it roka… apparently, it means now we have decided that these two will get married and we are not gonna see any other boy/girl!

It was a small family affair, but I had one heck of time… I was the unpaid videographer and photographer… and almost everyone in the family was the waiter and the server! Not to mention, kaka himself did do some amount of work… I liked the opportunity of wrapping up the dhulhan’s stuff into a cute little basket just as much.. I really enjoy the chel-pehal in the family that generally drives the wedding families crazy!

While making of the video “Kaka’s kachi mishri”, I realized that there are things (cute little things) that the elderly remember about you, which you can only know just because they told you the same… that’s when I overheard my pa’s story… he said, when I heard about kaka getting married, this is the first thing that I remembered!

After hearing the whole story again (because I have heard it before as well), I realized, my family has very fond memories of Kaka… some of them date back to when I was just born… he is 2 years elder to me… and apparently, he and his family came over to see the just born (that’s me, we are talking about)… he came and went into the other room where I was sleeping… he insisted that he would not wake me up.. so he elderly sat and chit chatted in the other room…

it had been some while since he was in the room that I was sleeping.. and the best part is, he actually did not wake me up.. but suspicion arose because Kaka was/is known to be pretty naughty.. so everyone comes into my room and guess what do they see… kaka with all the shampoo, hair oil, body oil and body lotions.. all on the floor… with a piece of cloth… looking up and shining so bright at mine n his folks… “Kaka, tu yeh kya kar raha hai?” (kaka, what are you doing?) “Chapaee kar raha hu bua, Chapaee!” (im cleaning up the place aunty!(kaka had a slurr, so he called safaee as chapaee))

I Love Shopping With Pa!!!

I’m always a little out on patience.. so is my dad.. and my sister.. and my mother too… but when it comes to shopping.. for some reason, my mother has all the patience in the world… then comes me.. then my sister.. and my father is pretty impatient in this domain as well!!!

So, when I need to go shopping and I need an opinion.. I take my ma along.. she can take the pains of visiting scores and scores of shops.. now also, she loves to go shopping with me.. its just that she believes old age is taking its turn... the problem in going shopping with mom is.. the stuff has to deserve all the money that is being put into it… it does not matter how much I like the product.. if it is worth 500 and not available anywhere else, hence priced at 1500.. I can’t buy it with ma! L

That’s when I like to bring my pa into the picture.. he will not go to more than 3 shops no matter what… so, if I need to go shopping with pa, I need to do my homework right… I need to survey the market a day in advance and know for sure what I want… then I take my pa into a shop that I know I don’t like anything in… try and while some time away.. then take him to another one that I’m not interested in.. get him frustrated enough for him to say… “buy something from the next shop or we are heading home!”… and that’s when I strike.. and take him to the store where I know what I want, no matter how high priced… bingo! Job done well!!!

Christmas@2009

Yesterday, I met with a friend of mine… we had some good time… we ate.. which is our favorite activity.. we chit chatted… we had lozza fun! :P but of all the fun that we had… this one is my favorite bit!

But before I let you know about the fun part, you should be aware of the background… it is important… gum.. chewing gum has many uses… people use it for freshness of breath… some use if for getting that perfect ‘jaw line’… I eat it when I wanna have something to eat but don’t really have money/time to spend.

So, yesterday, I was to meet my friend, Gurbinder, then, I was a little hungry, but pressed for time.. so I turned to the chewing gum… we met… had fun.. but after a while.. while we were crossing the road.. my jaw started hurting from all the chewing.. so I had this urge to spit my gum!!!

The problem is… I hate the fact that people spit the gum onto the road or stick it beneath a table… I mean… that would just sicken the person whose shoe it sticks to.. or the person whoes thigh feels the stick!!! *ewwww… but then I also believe in.. whatever you do… do it differently!!!

So, I took permission from my dear friend.. I did this to ensure, he does not go into a state of shock or embarrassment… “Gurbider… may I stick my gum on to the next vehicle that passes by us?” he gave me the look that said “as if you have the guts” but chuckled and said “ya ya!” so.. this nice aunty zooms past us in a red santro… and dhupp… her tanker gets a taste of my gum! And Gurbinder just looks on with the look that reads “I can’t believe you actually did that!!!” and I have the sense of accomplishment of a new khurapaat (naughty deed) I just did! :P

The Mind Box!

The human brain is an amazing thing… it works in its own weird ways… its always busy entangling and detangling… it forms mazes of its own… a little move here… and a little move there… its seems to come to a conclusion… just like the Rubik’s cube shown in the figure… it seems you are coming to a solution… but then you realize.. you have only got one side right… what about the other 5 sides??? The only thing you know is that the centre piece never moves… so the centre piece is the color of the side!!!

The problem is huge… you need everything to fall into its place… but sadly, you have only solved one side of the multi-side puzzle… but for some reason you are ecstatic… you love the fact that you at least made one side of the cube… (I love red, so I generally make that one first)… then, you start off with side two… (I generally make any side which is mostly made and is adjacent in nature, else my second fav is green)!!!

You get line one… you get line two… but for some reason, you cannot place two pieces of the line three… (I mean, I never am able to)… so you switch to another side… you solve some part of it… then suddenly you realize, if you work your way over the completely made side (red side)… you can fit in these pieces.. so you do the same.. a little twist here.. a little movement there… and there you are.. you land up with the same complex life… the way it looks best.. with all the colors on each side! :P

Chucked Outta Class!

yeah.. m known to be notorious... that's the word that goes on amongst my teachers... thatz because i'm generally in the most notorious section... and i'm generally caught either chit-chatting or eating away to glory! my PL (Program Leader) Proff. Ashok Sharma, once saw the snap i have on all my amity docs... and he asked, yeah kiski foto laga rahki hai??? he he!!! (who's snap is that??? he he)... i said "sir meri hai" (its mine!).. he said "kitni shareef lag rahi hai" (you look so decent!)... SIR!!! he he!!

but in spite of all of this... i had never been chucked out of class... i have been made to stand in class... been made to give presentations... figure out where the teacher left from.. even been scolded... but today was heights... it was heights of insecurity.. how can a teacher be so insecure... i mean... he knows that the only reason students attend his class is for attendance... so he chucked us out of the class...

what was i doing??? i was sitting next to laddo... when i suddenly realised that i have a sticker near my foot... i picked it up and said "sahil, m gonna wax your hand".. i stuck the sticker on to his hand, and before i could pull it off.. the teacher chucked us both out of the class... :( 2 attendance gone! :( saala.. interestingly padha toh sakta nai hai... attendance k balbootay pe dhamkaata hai! (Bloody looser... can't teach interestingly... rebukes people on the basis of attendance)

My Neighbourhood Soap Opera!

Oh my God... i always wondered how the hell can people indulge themselves in soap opera... i mean how can you watch all the saas' plotting... all the bahu's mulling and people getting married over and over... mostly with the same person.. i mean.. if there were some spice.. i'd understand... but this has always been way beyond my understanding...

then, my sister got fond of a serial called "Utran".. apparently she likes the Sidhu guy who is the hero of the serial.. i got hooked to it too... that's probably one soap i look upto... yes.. me n my sister share crushes... i had a crush on rob pattinson.. she followed... she had a crush on sidhu.. i followed... but the story really sucks...

but yesterday, i witnessed a live soap... my next door neighbours have rented out to a family of 3... the couple seems pretty young and has a little kid... this is how it went:

Pati (husband): *chateksh! (slap)

Patni (wife): Kuttay, tunay meray bachay ko kaisay maara?? (how did you hit my kid)

Pati: Saali, beech mei na bol, tu bhi maar khaegi! (Don't interrupt, else i'd beat you up too)

Patni: haan, tera kaam hi kya hai??? jab dekho chillata n maarta rehta hai! (yeah, what else have you got to do??? you only hit n shout)

woh (kid): uuuaaaaeeee...uuuuaaaeeee....uuuuaaaeee (crying)

pati: saali... chup kar ja... nai toh c*** dunga! (bitch, shut up... else i'll f*** you)

patni: haan.. yahi kar sakhta ho tum... bhen ki l***... tumhaari hawas ki aag kabhi bhujti nai hai!!! (yeah... (i don't know the conversion of the abuse) that is all you can do... your s**ual fire never ceases!!!

this is when i burst out laughing... i could not concentrate on what i was doing or another word that they said... i totally lost it.. kept laughing until my cheeks hurt... my ma n my sister who were listening to the same with full enthusiasm were shocked at my reaction... but then, what else do you expect me to do??? be a silent spectator! :P

Obssessed With Red!

my sister keeps asking me, why do you always wear the red stole with all your clothes... it just doesn't go... well, i do "do that" all the time.. today, i wore a blue pullover, a black pant n the red stole... lol... for me, red is like a universal colour.. like my own variety of "black"!

to the right is a pic wherein you can see that reishabh n anish are beating me up.. why... cuz they wanted my red stole n i just wasn't ready to part with it! :P

its been ages now.. but i just can't seem to get over red... i think it started about 7 years ago.. my obsessions for red.. my wardrobe was literally red... my sister was obsessed with black then.. all her clothes were black n all mine were red.. i even had red bags and red shoes...a red belt too... i still have a red bag n a red belt... i have pink shoes now! :D

then came the movie "jab we met" and then, started my obsession of the "red nail paint"... i would wear the red nail paint through out... day in n day out... this red nail paint obsession went on till September 2009... why did it end??? no... it did not end.. my skin specialist asked me to cut my nails so i just don't paint them anymore!!!

but, today. we had a combined class with another section "section d".. n i noticed that im probably not the only one in the "red race", cuz i noticed three ladies, Prateek, Noopur n Kanika wearing the nail colour that i totally love... i was filled with joy n energy.. like i probably had my dose of "red bull".. lol!!! :P

I Don't Need Your Attitude!

ok, so just because somebody is nice to you... you can crush them right.. whenever you want... wherever you want.. especially if time favours you.. right??? i mean.. really right??? we have all done this to some one at some point of time or the other... we have also suffered the same at some point of time or the other!!!

but, there is this saying "Learn from your mistakes!"... i am not the kind who learns from my mistakes right away.. i always take the liberty of making the same mistake twice... For eg: i quit HP during the beginning of recession... n then i quit Infy at the peak of recession... i follow the same funda in all aspects of my life... go ahead n make a mistake twice... but the third time... o oh... not happening!!!

if you do wrong to me... i will not declare a fight... i will stay low n watch what you do next... you're not nice to me once.. i will go ahead n avoid you.. but if we have to talk for some reason, i still will be nice to you... but if you do it again... i mean if you do wrong to me for the 2nd time or are rude for the 2nd time... then, i have an elephant sized ego.. this my dear fren will lead to an open declaration of war... at least from my end... then i am not going to leave one reason to hurt you.. show you down... n literally crush you darling!!! cuz i can only take attitude from you twice.. then, i don't need your attitude... cuz i seriously have got plenty of mine... that will hit you at all the wrong places at the right time!

Ooooo... Laddu!

i am an extremely jolly person... but, the problem with me is... if you are my fren, you can joke around with me... if you're my very good fren, you can crack non-veg jokes too... and if you're an excellent fren... you can joke about me n i certainly would not mind.. but in case i do tell you (even while laughing) that i did not appreciate this, i mean "I DID NOT APPRECIATE THIS!" why are we talking about me if im writing about laddu??? because background information is extremely essential!

on my very first interaction with laddu (his name is Lihas spelled right to left), i literally hated him because of the above mentioned reason.. but exactly why? because we 1st interacted in a class where we did a role play together, where in he asked me if i like the vodafone ads, i said i like the zuzu ads n i think zuzi is extremely cute!!! n pat came a comment "so, you like women better!" i sooooooooooooooooooo hated him! i did not talk to him.. look at him.. n avoided him as much as could!

its been 6 months now since i've known him... n now we gel along pretty well... how??? there is one and only one reason.. our love for food... he loves food n so do i... my appetite has almost tripled since we met... n m fast moving toward the chennai weight again...im gonna be in deep trouble if i put on 12 kgs again! n what did he hapta do to make things fine.. he ate my mother's cooked lemon rice n said "u're mom cooks amazing food!" yep, that was enough to break the one-sided cold war!

today, we were attending a guest forum n the guest was after his life... why? because he addressed a seni as "that guy".. they literally f***ed each other up... in the end, the guest had him stand up and asked us all if we all think he has an attitude problem, and not one hand up... for some reason i was glad that noone raised their hand... that's when i realised, that laddu darling, "i consider you an amazing fren!"

to the left is laddu wearing chadda ji's muffler and sleeping away to glory sitting in the class and that too on the very 1st bench... lol.. i totally love b-school (back to school)... its amazing to have frenz who really are frenz n not back-stabbers! :P

Devil or an Angel???

today i changed the look n feel of my blog...

why???

i was bored (really bored) of the old look... i changed from the sober orange n white to the devil's colors (red n black)... why?? cuz i love being the devil!!! :P

but, there is another reason behind the same.. recently, a friend of mine introduced me to google's naya aavishkar (google's newest innovation), it goes by the name blackle... if you'd hit www.blackle.com, it would tell you the number of watt hours saved.. right now it says 1,603,494.060 watt hours saved!

wow.. basically the point is, black needs lesser energy.. so, i turned to black... then i needed a contrast colour to write with... so i chose red... hence... even though my blog does dress up as the devil... i still am a sweet little angel who is working towards conservation of energy! 

Another Crush Down the Drain!

i have crushes.. you have crushes.. we all have crushes.. its a pretty normal phenomenon... so what do most people do when they have a crush?

• if they are an introvert, they just keep a distance.. look at them n stay happy... they call the crushes eye candy... if you know me.. you know by now, that i'm certainly not an introvert (anymore).
• if they are an extrovert, they go upto the crush and talk to them!!!

even though, i am an extrovert, i don't really do what the latter do.. why? well, there are a couple of reasons...

• i tend to get bored of stuff really soon... including crushes!
• i don't crush that often any more... so, i wish to stretch 'em as long as possible!
• if i get to know my crush, my crush almost always gets crushed every time... i don't know how i managed my relationship for all that long!
• i generally crush on guys who are mysterious (if they are cute, it will just be an added advantage)... so letting the crush stay mysterious is important!

so, after a really long time, i ultimately found a guy that i could crush on... i did not know him much... but my stomach would flutter every time i'd see him... especially as i could not see him all that much...  i would get out of my class each time everyday (in the 5 min break) to check him out even if it is for 5 mins (yep, he comes out in his break too... he along with all his frenz)... my crushes don't last more than a couple of weeks... but this one was lingering on from quite some time... almost 4 months now!!!

how did this happen??? it was because all i knew about him is that he had a good sense of dressing, silky soft hair n an extremely cute smile! ;)

so what happened now??? i got to know more about him.. lol... so the mysterious factor is gone.. no no... we don't talk... but one of my fren who has a common fren told me about him... she din't tell me much though... but she told me that he is taken! there goes another crush down the drain.. alas... what do i have to look forward to in college now??? :(

P.S. i did not mention the name on purpose.. don't ask... n if u knw.. don't tell!

We Don’t Need no Education!

Pink Floyd sang it… and we literally worship it… I see it happening… all around me.. all the time… I sit at the 3^rd or the 4^th bench… cuz I don’t like to sit right under the nose of our teachers nor do I like to be a backbencher who is made to stand in every class to answer questions… I tread the safe road… aagay se shuru ho ya peechay se.. ya 1 aagay se and then 1 peechay.. I get sufficient time to make up my side of the story! :P

Anyways, daily, I see a teacher standing at the dice.. trying to teach… daily, I make notes… because if I don’t, my head would smash against the desk.. and I’d be sleeping away to glory! To the left is a snap of how we all study… no we are not tired… that how interesting our classes are! :P to the right is what we do when we are drained off all our energies… im generally caught doing the latter… I make notes to avoid doing the former!!! After all… the person in front is a teacher… kuch toh respect karni chahiye! :P

So this is a b-school… but I feel my school was relatively lenient… we do classes because it has internal marks attached to it.. lesser than 75 means getting debarred! And just about what do we do when we do classes? I look around… I see people watching movies… some texting.. some gossiping… some laughing at their own lame jokes.. some fighting... some xeroxing another’s assignment… most sleeping… I’m generally eating… mostly in the period right before the lunch break (Tavishi even caught me once and embarrassed me in front of the class), but old habits die hard.. its my daily routine! And then while the teacher is taking about the distribution n logistics, somewhere at the back of mind… all is hear is… we don’t need no education… tada tada tada tada!!! :P

O Yeas… The Glass is Always Half Full!

We have been hearing since time immemorial… all it takes for the world to change is to change your perspective… if there is a glass filled half, consider it half full instead of half empty… so what is there in the other half??? GAS!!! I mean literally!

In CP, there is a restaurant called Piccadelhi… apparently piccadelhi is known for its ambience and food.. some know it for its high price… I shall remember it for an all together different reason… the reason being… I know it is a true believer of the saying “The glass is half full!”

And I mean it literally (I make use of the word literally too much eh??)… to the left is a snap of its glass… rather glasses… no matter, how much you drink out of it.. apparently, you just can’t reach to the bottom of it… you still pay for up till the bottom though… hence proved… glass is half full… you did not make full use of it.. piccadelhi mints money off your ignorance! :D

Metro Maniacs!

now that noida has a metro.. it is so much easier to commute... noida to saddi dilli takes just about half hour! today was my second ride in the metro... n must i say... ooo.. i loved it... firstly, i was to meet Jam, one of my closest frenz... secondly, i hate to travel via bus.. metro is so much more convenient!

so, i did meet Jam, we had a gala time... ate... drank... tried to shop... our efforts went futile... went to a store that had ben & jerry iceys... the uncle and his son were so nice to talk to that even though we did not find what we wanted, yet we bought from their store... just because they were so sweet! *awwww!

we went n sat in the park, even clicked pictures together... some started at us because they doubted our straightness... that the problem with being frenz with women... people don't tend to see straight anymore! lol! then we called it a day and decided to go our homes... i turned to my metro and she to her auto...

so, m in the metro... there is a really stinky woman standing next to me.. i move a little... she sees space and moves even closer.. and then i go YUCK... and change my boogie.. now im standing next to 5 people, 4 chinkis (3 boys 1 girl) and 1 hindustani boy! throughout from rajiv chowk till noida sector 15, the hindustani boi and one chinki keep talking within themselves and keep looking at me and smiling as hard as they can... i don't react.. cuz, i frankly din't know how to react... so here comes sec 15... "doors will open to the left"... doors open... 4 of them down, 1 chinki stays behind... then she announces "stand clear of the doors".. the chinki leans towards me n says "u're cute!" kisses me on my cheek and rushes out of the metro!

WTF... so now i know why you were looking at me all that time and smiling so hard... you got a dare.. right?? i wanted to shout this... but i was too shocked to even open my mouth for words to come out... everyone stared at me... and i was in a state of shock... with zero reaction... so much so that people gave me the stare which said "so, you were with that guy??? we din't know!" its so ridiculous what happened... but thankfully the chinki was cute, else i would have been utterly disgusted!

Miss Me!

i say this much too often.. mostly when im good friends with people... others tend to say, take care... i tend to say miss me... i think i started saying that because i had very few friends and i really wanted that no matter what, i will not let go of them... slowly, it became my habit!

some thought this is my way of flirting... no.. i know better ways...

some thought she thinks so high of herself... no... i am pretty grounded...

some pretty much did not give any heed... it really doesn't matter any more... i tell you... cuz i have realised... friends are if they understand you and consider you a friend... if they can slap you when you go wrong... if they can lift up your spirits no matter how low low low low you are!!! being friends does not really mean hanging out together all the time... being friends does not necessary mean no right to bitch about friends... it means tu kameena hai.. tu kutta hai.. tu saala chu bhi hai... fir bhi tu mera dost hai... english transcript (you're an ass of the order one, but still you have the privilege to be my friend) :P

friends are people who will miss you even when they are not drunk... friends are people who miss you even more just after they met you... friends are people who will say "get lost" when you say "miss me"... but friends are people who will still hear from you "miss me!"

Sick of Being Miserable?

Why is that the best things in life are always short lived? why is that the best things in life are just facades? why is that the best things in life are actually the ones that cause the maximum misery? why is it that the best things in life make you so damn dependant???

Let's take a short lived love affair for example.. What happens when its done? We do a trillion things in a day... we watch TV... we talk to frenz... we get so much over fb that most of our frenz complain that we cramp up most of their wall space... some even hide us... they tell us indirectly... but we dont stop... because, we need to vent out... we go mad... literally... so we ensure that we have the least time to ourselves... cuz when we have a time... we think of them... and they make you miserable!

you did chuck them outta your life... and anyone in sane mind would do the same... but you still feel guilty... you feel as if someone set the back of your throat on fire... you wish that you was literally set afire! you have no one to talk to, cuz they were my whole world... and now that they're gone, you don't know who to turn to!

now that you have shown them the door out of life... why won't they get out of your brain??? Aren't you sick of being miserable...

I wonder why we do that.. & I'm sure we have all done it... whether the love affair was real or imaginary.. two way or one way... we all end up moaning & crying over somebody.. & even though we decide that they must go... we just can't get them outta our heads.. Aren't we sick of being miserable???

Everytime I look around me... I see a heartbroken wretched fellow... I see them cry... I've been there too you know... but I find the situation absolutely ludacris... why??? why??? & I ask why??? Why do we pity ourselves? why don't we ever wish to feel that we deserve better & actually try & get outta this? why why why? why don't we ever get sick of being miserable?

The Shocker!

its always been me who has gone away from home... hostel or posting to bangalore, chandigarh or chennai... but on september 4, 2009... i wasn't the one who was going away... it was meri devil... she was going away for a full year and i was so sad... i had made up my mind that no matter what, i will be strong... i will not cry... but when i went to meet her... for the last time before a year apart... and she hugged me... the damn thing just could not stop... 1 tap.. 2 tap.. 3 tap... and then came the whole dead damn river... i handed her the farewell gifts... and she promised me that she'd keep it with her like forever...

i was so sad that she would not be around for my birthday... but she especially bought a sim to call me on my birthday... and i was delighted... i wasn't able to get through her number on her birthday... but when i was "ultimately" able to... i was so bloody excited that it sounded as if it was my bloody own birthday! :P

she is my lucky charm so i treasured the facebook message she sent to wish me all the best for the exams... i had not studied anything for my last exam but i preferred chatting with her for 3 hours over studying for that time... my exams finished on the 19th of november but instead of reconnecting with sleep that night, i kept awake till 5 to help her in the project... i wasn't much help though... she wanted all UK data and all i could offer was indian data!

no matter how busy i am... i never ignore when she pings... and that's exactly what i did when she pinged me on december 5, 2009... she said a hi and asked me if im home or away... i said im home... then she said can you please go upto my place and check how bhabhi is... i was not sure why she asked me for that, all i could think is maybe bhabhi is not well and maybe noone is answering her call... she asked me to go and check it urgently... i got worried and decided, WTF, her place is just 4 houses away from mine, i can go and check even if it be 12 in the night... so i shut my lappy and off i was to check up at her place... and so im standing right in front of her gate and am about to ring the bell... and suddenly i see something and scream at the top of my voice!!!

no... i wasn't scared... it wasn't a ghost... i was super duper delighted... it was my devil.. standing right there in front of my eyes... what, why, when is not important... what's important is that even though it was shocking... it was a superb surprise.. and i totally loved it... im so glad you're back.. even if its just for a month!

Make Your Own Mistakes!

ooo i so thought that im so tough... nothing can deter me... nothing can make me cry... i thought i can change the whole world... make it run on my terms... but you know that does not happen... i was hapless and helpless... i tried my level best but failed miserably... i just could not believe that it happened to me... in continous 5 roll numbers... the 2 above me and the 2 below me got pune (my 1st preference)... n i got chennai??? my 8th preference in a list of 9???

i wanted to kill amar pratap singh... he was after my life that i would be posted to chennai... he had kept saying that for at least 2 weeks now... and now that the list was out... i really had to kill him... thankfully i could not find him, else i would have been doing 14 yeas in jail right now... i was frustrated... irritated... but i tried... i even tried a jack within infy to keep me in chandigarh... but, FUTILE is the word!!!

the last day in chandigarh... i broke down... i ran into the wash room and gradually my "hushed tears" were "loud flowing rivers"... and so it was... i cried... i tried to keep full control of my tears but apparently the flow was just too great! great enough that there was a mass "spectator" crowd of my batch mates right outside the wash room!!! no... they were not there to consolidate me... they were there because they wanted to witness the miracle "my breakdown"!!!

but what nobody knows is what happened after i went to chennai... when i went to chennai, the very first day we moved out of the infy accomodation, i was greeted by vulgur comments, cheap stares and drunkards trying to grope! what nobody knows is that i kept awake every night and slept in the infy dorm in the work hours... what nobody knows is that i rejected projects to get a transfer but still did not get one... what nobody is knows is that i put on 12 kgs there(this part everyone knows) because i turned to food to vent out my frustration(this is what nobody knows)... what nobody knows is that i fought with my parents everyday to allow me to quit the job... what nobody knows is that i cried and howled in the theathre "my ma n pa don't understand me and this is exactly how i feel right now!" when eeshan awasthi cried in the boarding school's washroom (taare zameen pe)... what nobody knows is that i still cry when i remember those days... what nobody knows is i was broken to the extent that i had no confidence left in me... what nobody knows is that my parents let me quit only when i told them "you can either be proud to have had a daughter who worked with infosys or you can have an unemployed daughter!"... what nobody knows is that the infy people actually gave me a one-month leave to go home and change my mind... but what the infosions dont know is that im BLOODY adamant and its almost impossible to influence my decisions!

i may be a loser... cuz i gave up... i may even sound like a whiner.. cuz i probably am 1... but im happy that i make my own mistakes... this way i can't blame nobody else for it... but, that doesn't save you amar, i still hate you for saying that ill get chennai... but i love you for being the friend that you are, for sticking by my side when i desperately needed a fren, for making chandigarh worth-while, and most importantly for helping me find a great friend (madhur) in chennai... oooo, you're wondering how u helped... well, you did.. cuz initailly what we'd do is just bitch about you!!! lol!! :P

Move On!

I can eat… I can sleep… I can smile… I can even laugh… but there still is an emptiness… I sleep as much as I can… I watch as many movies as my folks allow me… I even help my ma with the house hold chores… I do just about anything possible to be occupied… I do just about anything possible to not have any free time!

But when I walk through the market where we’ve been a million times… I feel the emptiness of holding your hands… when I watch a movie all alone… I feel the emptiness of you watching me instead of the movie… when I read the newspapers… I feel the emptiness of you letting me know all the news in advance… when I hear a new song… I feel the emptiness of you having had already sung it to me!!!

When I see my wardrobe… all I see is how you have influenced it … when I see brownie or bozo… I know I wouldn’t ever had them if I wasn’t for you… when I see my cell phone… it reminds me of how I lost your N-gage… when I look at my eyes… they remind me that you were the first one to compliment them… when I look at myself… I see the devil I am but the angel you saw in me!!!

Its funny I miss you so much when I was the one to let go… every romantic movie that I see makes me believe I didn’t love you… cuz love is standing through and through in the toughest times… but I let go cuz the times may become tough… I let go because we may not last… the funnier thing is I guess I miss you because you loved me more than anyone ever could/can… but I still am not willing to reconcile cuz maybe I never really loved you, I was just addicted!!!

You destroyed your life for me… you kept me ahead in everything you did… but now that you are completely destroyed and have got nothing left of you except our memories… all I can say is, you destroyed yourself over the wrong girl… because I kept myself ahead of you… and now that you’re completely destroyed, I have no reason to hang on… and hence, I would like to advice you… move on! 

Always Been Famous!

there are people who are never famous... then there are people who become famous... and then there are people who have always been famous... you could be famous because you're smart... or cuz you're hot... or cuz you're cool... or cuz you give that look... or cuz you wear the weirdest clothes... or cuz you wear the most expensive brands... or cuz you look so fashionable even in flee clothes... or cuz... there are many more reasons!

Interlude: there also are people who are famous for all the wrong reasons!!! i, belong to this the category "always been famous for the wrong reasons!" no... no... no... i dont do dope... dont sell them either... i dont do any of the nasty things that might come into yours' or any other persons' minds!!! i've never been famous with the kids... but in spite of not being the teacher's pet... i've always been famous with them! infact, i've been so famous that according to Baral sir, a coule of them refused to teach my class cuz i was in that class!!! hello.. i never did anything in class... maximum to maximum, i'd giggle, sketch the teacher or eat... i don't say nasty things to teachers at least!

when, doing my B.Tech... there was this Electronics HOD who knew me by my name, and he would check with all the teacher's about my status daily... my Signals and Systems teacher got so irritated that he made me stand up in the class to ask what i said to him... apparently, my father met with him in a PTA and asked him to keep an eye on me... because of this, i suffered heavily in my internals... when others would get grace marks (upto 15), he would ensure that i get just how much i deserve!!! it was a sight, i tell you... if i'd see him coming, i'd litterally run away in the other direction! When i went back to my college, a couple of months ago, Baral sir told me, you would not have suffered if you were in the current batch, firstly, that HOD is gone and secondly, you will not be the exclusive notorious kid of the batch! so apparently, i was famous for the wrong reason "being under the scanner of the HOD!"

anyways, i somehow made it through... got through infosys off-campus... joined at infy@chandigarh... went through a gruelling training... we had our first test within the 1st 3 weeks (i don't really remember precisely)... we had online tests... and we'd get the results right then and there... passing criteria was 75 (i think, don't remember precisely, it can be 80% too)... so, i remember... i gave the test... got over with it within 20 mins, i don't really believe that one was worth the 1 hour set for it! then, i clicked the "submit" button... and woah.. i flunked... wow... my morale went and settled in the nail of my foot's last finger!!! thankfully, 80% of the students failed that one... so we had a conference... where some chick was discussing what a sad sight this is and how we expect more out of you all... and i don't even know, what happened to me... i just got up, and shouted at the top of my voice "im sorry to say this, but if 80% students fail, it means there is something terribly wrong with the teaching standard!" and then, i sat down in a dhup and saw her face go pale as the hall filled with claps from 250+... later we were all given 12 extra marks so i passed the test and so did a couple of others... so, i was famous for the wrong reason "not being able to control my tongue (as in speech)!"

here, in amity, im trying my best to not be famous for the wrong reasons... infact, im trying not to be famous at all... cuz i've realised, people who are unknown to the teachers get much more internals than the ones that are known, unless ofcourse you're the buttering kinds, which i'm not! anyways, to my dismay, when i went to the college this wens'day, i found out that i just can't get out of the scanner... apparently, my PL made me sit all alone in the front seat for his paper's exam to ensure that i do not cheat (i do not cheat on important tests in any case!), inspite of this i got a good score in his subject... so when i met him on wens'day he told me, "so, i saw that you got a good score in my subject!" when i smiled, he said "how?" i said "main padhnay likhnay waali ladki hu" (i'm the kinda girl who studies), but apparently he knows me better, so he replied "as if!" so, i guess this time around i'm famous for the wrong reason "as if"????

Christmas Memories!

i'm not a Christian, but i do have have a lot of memories associated with Christmas... Infact, when i found out that the Santa who left chocolates and chips near my bed was my father... i was heart-broken.. not literally, but somewhat... i mean, thaz cuz i knew then, that there is no motive of making a wish list anymore!!! :P

when we were in school, we'd have the santa (some senior or some teacher) come on to the assembly place and throw away sweets at the kids... well, our santa was pretty desi.. he'd go ho ho ho but throw pan pasand candies around the school... i mean, with nina seghal taking over, the things really changed, first she replaced the eclairs by pan pasand, then she got rid of our diwali mela and then she put tiles all over the school to make it look like a huge wash room!

anyways, lets come back to the christmas spirit... i've also been mean on christmas... well, i've been mean to many people at many points of time, but its sad that i was mean to someone even on christmas... so, this is how it goes... the family that owns the house right in front of our house sent their children to the christmas get together that was happening at my place... (2 of their own kids and one cousin of theirs... well hello uncle, if i did not invite your kids, its because i dont want to have them at my party... looser... and what's with sending the cousin... i loathed him... we were the same age, and he was better than me in studies and because of him, i'd be shouted at "why can't you do just as well as happy?"... yeah, his name is happy!) ... so, i let them in, cuz i was and still am scared of the uncle's size... i mean, he is as huge as Yokuzuna! i told them that they can stay at the farthest corner of my roof... we played games and they just stared at us... the guy played his guitar, and the 2 girls just heard him... i did not offer them popcorn or cakes or pepsi or samosas or even dinner... and they obviously did not ask for it cuz they were to stay at the corner and were not allowed to come near us! yeah, i know, i was mean... i still enjoy such stuff, i guess that means, i'm still mean! :P

another memory is from asandas chennai... the christmas is a huge hit there... christmas is a hit in the states i know... cuz HP guys get a winter vacation for christmas... what i don't understand is, why is it such a hit with the tamilians??? anyways, the half tree that you see in the pic is from asandas only... the holy was really amazing... it was so nice, i wanted to steal it!!! lol... thankfully, i did not steal the same, but when i sat at the cafe coffee day of that building, i realised that they had cut out peices of thermocol in the shapes of stars and xmas trees... so i asked them if i could have some and when they agreed, i picked up 4 stars and one christmas tree... when i left chennai, that is one thing i carried from there... they sat on my study table for some time and then, when i disposed my table, they went too!!! or maybe, they still are somewhere in my store room... i don't really remeber now!

as i said, i've had some experiences wrt christmas... but this one... is really weird... this tuesday, i caught up on two movies with a friend... one of the movies was "Christmas Carol" yeah! the Ebenzer Scrooge story... i could not have made out that Scrooge was played by Jim Carey, but thankfully my friend made me aware of the same... no.. no.. no.. me going for an animated movie is not the weird part (i do that all the time, wall e and ratatouille are amongst my favs)... whatz weird was that there were a bunch of hooligans in the theatre who actually found a reason to use their dirty minds during the movie... they espically went nuts when Jacob "Marley" was spoken about! all they could talk about is his second name! Bunch of perverts i'd say! :P

chistmas has been weird and funny and entwined for me... lets see what more christmas' have to offer! :P

The Beach!

im a half mallu and half sindi... and this is pretty evident from my (eating) taste and preferences... i have to have a papad (known as cracker or a flat bread in english) when eating, this is purely a sindhi trait and i want it spicy, and love the fish, which is purely a south indian trait... ok, so its also popular with the bengalies!

its funny, no matter how hard i try, i do tend to wander... the point is im a half south indian and just like the other south indians, i love the beaches too... ive been to many beaches... some are serene, some hot, some interesting, some fun and some plain dirty... dirty as in unclean, and not dirrrty!!! chennai beaches are at the top of the dirty list... but pondicherry beaches are hot... i mean, you can really not say that you're in india... cuz, you can barely find indians there!!!

anyways, at the beaches, the sand castles and the writing completions before the wave hits... they are still a hit with all the kids and they still seem so cute... i've also seen the weirdest things happening around beaches... one such incident is from about 7-10 years ago...

me and my sister were standing at some beach in Kerala (the one that is right next to the Taj)... suddenly, i heard my pa shout, look out for your sister, there is a huge wave coming... and before he finished his sentence, the wave came at us... i held my sister tight, to ensure she would not flow away... when the wave went past, i turned around to see my father and he was furious... i was smiling at my achievement.. i did not let go off my sister... and then i heard my sister cry.. i looked at her face and said, "it's Ok baby! nothing happened!"... but, she cryingly (if thatz a word) blurted out "it took away my skirt!" *sob sob!

Oh my God! i thought that was really funny but she kept crying.. apparently, it was her favourite skirt! :P we had to convince her that the ocean throws back everything that it sucks in, so it will eventually return to her! the next day, we went to some island on a boat, and she saw a red and blue peice of cloth, and actually got the boat diverted towards the same, but obviously, that wasn't her skirt!

i guess, the boy to the right, made a wise choice by sticking to just the trunks.. and his mother (who is not visible in the snap, made a wise choice by sticking to a bikini!)

Dreamzzzzzzzzzzz!!!

ive heard like a zillion times that dreams mean something... i mean they can be interpreted... my dreamz are pretty weird... im sure, even if they can be interpreted, they still would not make any sense... cuz i would not be able to describe them with or without sense!

i generally donot remember what i dream about.. what i do remember is the people that i saw and the places that i went... i even told a couple of my frenz that i dreamt about you last night, but when they asked, what exactly... i seriously did not remember...

people say that you dream about things that you see or think about... but there are times, when i see people that i just know "exist." i.e. i only know that they exist, i've never though about them, or heard anythn about them or even paid them any heed at all. PERIOD... i do not understand WHY THEY BOTHER TO COME INTO MY DREAMZ!!!

anyways, people come and go... when i was in school, i saw school mates... then college mates... then work mates... and now, again school (b-school) mates... what never changed is "the building"... i always dreamt of my school... i guess, that means something.. it means I SPENT 14 YEARS OF MY LIFE THERE!!! :P

but, a funny thing happened recently... recently, i started dreamin of my b-school's building... well, i do agree that they have strikingly similar red bricks... but thaz all about it... can somebody explain how 5 months of amity washed over 14 years of DPS?

What I've Done!!!

im crazy... ive always been crazy... but school was uuummm... it was different.. the world was different... apparently, even though the world has changed a hell lot.. m still still the same... i still do things that i did in school time... i still laugh at teacherz pronunciations... i still eat in the class... i still avoid studies and sit for the xams at the last minute.. i still dont study everything before the papers... just enough to sail through!!! i still watch cartoons... n i still dont get along well with the typical gurlz!!! (to the left is my school snap! thaz me in the white jacket!!! and the one in green is my best fren from school!)

but, i have sobered down a little... i dont do the really crazy things like what i used to do in school... i remember two funnily weirdly incidents... they were funny to me and weird to the person in front!!!

The Kush Teotia incident:
Kush, Im sure you remember this incident... but im not sure, if you'd remember i was the one!!! Okhay, so this is how it goes... when i was in my XIth standard, there were two seniors that i totally loved and adored, as in a role model way... i loved their confidence... and the way they carried themselves... i wanted to be just like them... one of them was Kush... so when XIIth came and he left the school, i was really sad... one fine day, he came back to the school, for i dont know what... i saw him pass by my class and as soon as the class got over and before the next teacher came in... i made up my mind to bunk the class... so i saw him getting outta a teacher's cubicle... and i went upto him and asked for his autograph... he got really embarrassed but i guess he did not have any choice!!! the funny part is... i kept this piece of paper and that Faber Castle pen safe with me for at least 2 full years!!!

The Chandni Bhan incident:
The second senior that i really looked upto was Chandni... Chandni was the head girl when i was in XIth... but school was about to get over for he XIIthies... n i wanted to get my SLAMBOOK filled by her... but i did not know her enough... n i was sorta scared of her cuz she did not like my favourite teacher "Banerjee Sir", cuz he was not willing to check her physics manual as she was late for her submission!!! anyways, but i had this friend called Prachi Goel... she said she knew Chandni and would introduce us... and so she did... "Chandni, hi! This is my friend Geeta, and Geeta has a huge crush on you!!!" and Chandni and I, we were both zapped... i had cold feet and burning ears... well, hello... she is my role model... i do not have a crush on her, is what i wanted to say... but aparently my throat gave up on me! Chandni looked at me in anger and said "Do you know what a girl who has a crush on another girl is called?" No.. no... no Chandani no.. m not a lesbian... m just a fan!!! but my voice was just not with me!!! *sigh!!!

Thankfully, i have changed for the better... i can actually go upto people without them thinkin that i have a crush on them... and i can actually tell people that you are my role model and i appreciate this about you, without actually embarrsing them... Kush and Chandni... i really wish to apologize.. you guys were/are my role models.. i dont have a crush on you!!! the way it came out was not the way it was intended to be!

Tananananani!!!

So, ive seen this ad on television which has Paresh Rawal getting so happy and singing to himself "Tananananani.. oye pizza aaa free... Tananananani.. oye pizza aaa free..." its raining... but to his dismay the pizza guy is on time... i dont really understand the logic behind the ad, as the terms n conditions clearly state that the 30 min scheme is not valid on fests n rains... this is befooling the customer, i'd say!!!

i tok so much, the problem is i tend to beat around the bush... the bush here is pizza... and the ad was nowhere related!!! :P

so whatz the story? the story is... a couple of dayz ago, we (my family) ordered pizzas... we are not fast food fanatics... and we do not eat pizzas all that often, so we do not mind shelling the money for it... so one fine day my sister, who is really into fast food, announced that she wants to have pizza and garlic breadsticks... so, we honoured her request and ordered for the same... over the phone.. we were too lazy to go over.. the guy on the other side said, "maam, ur pizza will be with you in the next 30 mins"... my sister was really hungry, and i dunno what went through our minds as we asked what if it doesn't?

what we wanted to hear was.. "maam, it surely will be!" but what we heard is "then you can have it for free!" so we waited, n waited some more.. time passed by.. n my sister's anxiety grew... but the pizza never came... so it had been more than 30 mins... n the pizza had not arrived.. we called them, and they said, "maam, it is already on it way"... so, when it ultimately arrived after 10 more minutes... we were dying of hunger... seeing the pizza curbed our anxiety... eating it was satisfying... but having it for free heightened our delight!!! :D

The Foot Massage!

I always wondered  whatz the big deal and all the hu-hulla about the spas… I mean they just mint away a lotta money from you by what.. giving you a bath? Or a massage? I mean why on this earth are people ready to squander money over stuff like this… until some time ago when I had the pleasure of a foot massage!!!

No, I did not have to visit a spa for the same, nor did I hapta squander a hell lotta money over it… apparently, a couple of aunties in my colony, turn to a masseur, who visits our colony bi-weekly… now, this masseur (aunty) goes around ringing the bell at each household to render her services… one day, my ma fell prey for the same… actually, she went through an operation and she was advised for the same!!!

The very 1^st time the masseur aunty came to our house, I was like eeew… who called you? But slowly and steadily, I became ok with the aunty… Then, one fine day, I decided to get a foot massage done, as I realized that I have been on my foot from a couple of days… n the heels that I wore last night while dancing away to glory, have literally paralyzed my feet… as she applied a technique that I believe is called acupuncture, I thought to myself, “today is the last day you can walk!”

She pressed it here… she pressed it there… she pulled my toe and then my fingers… she rubbed it in circular motion.. sometimes in clockwise direction.. at other times in anti clockwise… she mostly used her finger tips and sometimes her palm… and bent my feet to the right, then to the left… she even rolled them in circles as if they were detachable and a few more rounds would bring them loose… and then I don’t remember a thing, cuz I fell asleep… I was in sound state of slumber while she was working at my foot… and when I woke up to her voice… “babyji.. ho gaya!” translation: “maam, im done!” I did not even remember that I once had heels that hurt!!!

My experience made me realize, perceived notions need not be true… n now, I am a fan of the “FOOT MASSAGE!!!” aaaaaaaahhh!!!!

I Love it When Pa Cooks!!!

Please don’t get me wrong here.. my dad is not a chef… n just like the other households, my ma is the kitchen handler at my place too… its only a once in blue moon phenomenon that my dad enters the kitchen… n when he does… there is only one word… yummmmmmmm!!!

My ma is an excellent cook… she can pretty much cook anything in the whole world… my sister is a keen observer… we went from pukka desi food to Chinese and Italian additions.. all thanks to my sister.. she has a flair for making dishes with white sauces and mayo and I don’t know what not… me… I got better things to do!!!

The point is, there are 4 people in the family, 3 of whom are expected to cook… and onez cooking is an add on.. but the funny thing is, I love my ma’s cooking, I appreciate my sister’s cooking, I cook when there is no alternative… but I totally adore my pa’s cooking… every time he cooks, my appetite triples… and I still have room for more after about an hour or so! :P

So, what is it that my father does?

I don’t really know, what all he does, but his forte is non-veg… I have eaten at scores of places, but nuthn, I mean nuthn beats my father’s cooking, not my ma, not even my grandma… and this time of the year, my father abstains himself from nonveg for a whole 41 days, some shabrimali thingy! L and at this time of the year, because we have to abstain ourselves form the same, all that run through my mind 24X7 is “I love it when my pa cooks!”

Meri Exams Wali Maggie!!!

Maggie.. my best fren during all my exams... I have shared my bonding with the "mid-nite oil burning" phenomenon, ever since eternity... no matter how hard i try... no matter how many time table i make that restrict my study hours to 10 hours and range 15 days, i always end up with congesting the 150 hours of quantitative study in 5 days of qualitative study!!! :P

and through and throug, there is one thing that always supported me.. thatz my beloved maggie!!!

i remember that my maggie mania dates back to college first year, first sem...

meghna gupta... i royally hail you! you taught me how to make delicious maggie... i swear, before i met you, i did not even know how to make maggie!!! now, the only difference i make is; you add butter later, i add it in the very first place!!!

and yeah, i add chilly to it... cuz i dun like it bland!!!

i stir and cook it for more than 5 minutes... and i love to have ginger tea after that...

during exams, if i study for  later than 1 o clock, my hunger bells a ring!!! and during exmas, no matter how hard i try, i just am not able to sit for studies before 11 pm, that inevitable leads to me sitting up till 4-5 am daily... that leads to 1 maggie everyday!!!

all during my exam days, maggie is the only thing that i look upto, and thatz why i call it "meri exams waali maggie!!!"

Hail the Keedas!!!

Ummm... Okhay, so all that i know about sports is India is the land of cricket... n all that i know about about sportskeeda is that it was initially to be named bluechaddi...

and everytyme porush (the ideator) would ask me whaz wrong with bluechaddi, id tell him, chaddi.. plz for Godz sake!!! thankfully he decided to name it sportskeeda... for all the sports lovers.. for all the people who have a "keeda" for sports!!!

now, i have the privilege to be an author at sportskeeda.com, not because im a sports fanatic, but because im a dear school mate or Porushs'. But, i ensure you, Porush, i will soon be making good, or at least some use of the oppourtunity!!!

Im sure this site is going to make it big, as it is backed but both intention and calibre!

hail the keedas!!!

Learn more about Sportskeeda at http://www.sportskeeda.com !!!

Wake Up Sid... The Sequel!

When i was done with my graduation, i gave away my study table... i literally donated it as i did not ever make enough use of it, and all that it did was cramp up my small room! i wanted to give it away even before, but my pa would not let me do the same... anyway, the first thing after my B.Tech... it was go.. going... gone!!!

during my B.tech, all through the 4 years... i relied on the 5 year papers... if i bundle them all together, they still cannot beat my marketing management(MM) book "Kotler" that i have now... the point is... now, that im doing my MBA, i really am missing my study table... because of its main purpose... stacking up the books!!! but now, i have no other option but to use my dining table for the purpose called study!!!

so, i look at my table... its cluttered with a trillion books... 90% of which are still untouched... i make a time table which says... 9:00-11:00: MM, module 1; 11:00-11:10: break... 11:10-1:10: AFM: Module 1... blah blah... btw, this was my time table for the date, November 1, 2009... it is Nov 8, 2009... n the time table still holds its ground... unnerved and unmoved by my need to study!!!

need to study.. uuumm sounds interestng... very MM type... the problem is my need to study (to get some grade, not really a good grade, but at least a passing one)... i try and convert it to a want for study (i made my time table for the purpose)... the only problem is that i just am not able to convert my WANT into a DESIRE... hence, i land up at the point zero again... the problem is... my seni frenz have told me... 1 day before the exams, just do your slides, they are more than sufficient... today is one day before the exam... and what am i doing... BULLCRAP... im writing this post... the last week for me has been 15 hours of repetitive 1st 10 minutes of wake up Sid... all i do is, put alarms, eat chocolates, maggie, papads, click fotos of the numerous new sox(my ma bought for me) in various poses... i even find tym to watch T.V.... the only thing missing now, apparently is studies!!! :P

i guess... somebody needs to shout out to me... wake up Geets! or somebody please give me some money and make another movie... "Wake Up Sid... The Sequel!"

My list of achievements!

Here's a list of commendable things, that i did... not by trying... but by sheer luck! :P

+ I came first in the class... so what if it were in nursery!

+ my teacher said she is the sweetest and the most well-behaved child of the class... so what if that was in second grade!

+ i won a fancy dress competition... so what if i destroyed the costume of the girl that i most feared competition!

+ i stood first in an inter-house racing competition at school... so what if the girl who was coming first tripped n fell 20 meters from the finish line!

+ i scored the highest in the XIIth english preboards... so what if i din't do the same in the boards!

+ i was best friends with a boy that people were dying to talk to... so what if we're not in talking terms anymore!


+ my best fren is a girl who everyone wants to befriend, and she goes by the name 'devil'... so what if shez an angel and many miles away right now! :(

+ i topped my college in externals of professional communications in the first semester... so what if i got internals worse than the least scorer!

+ Everyone in my college knew me... so what if it were because i was the naughtiest student!

+ i got proposed by a guy when everyone thought i was ugly... so what if i rejected him just because he was ugly too!

+ i got proposed by a rich good-looking guy... so what if i rejected him because he was indecent!

+ I prayed for somebody else's good... so what if he did not care one shit about me.

+ i've been to a disc... so what it were at nainital with my folks! :P

+ i have lots of friends... so what if most of them are boys and my parents don't appreciate this fact!

+ i had an amazing valentines... so what if it were with 9 other people watching a movie 'I! Proud to be an Indian!"

+ i stayed at a hostel for two years... so what if i had adjusting problems and fought with everyone else!

+ i always cleared my infy papers by studying only for 2 - 4 hours (when everyone else would spend at least 4 times the time)... so what i still got lesser marks than rahul sikka!(he studied half the time i did)

+ i survived in chennai for 10 months... so what if i was home for 4 months outta the mentioned!

+ i made more money than one of my uncle still does... so what if i asked for more from my folks!

+ i ultimately grew my hair long... so what if i still wanna shave it all off!

+ i ultimately seem to be getting rid of my pimples... so what if im paying hefty cash to a doctor for the same!

+ i scored 3 marks more than my expectation in an eco midterm... so what if i played on the golden rule of fetching marks "write as much as you can!"

This is the latest addition:

+ Today, i entered my college library and got a book issued... so what if im whiling time away by writing this instead of reading that! :P