Happy, Happy New Year to all of you! :)
New year is always a rejuvenation of sorts. Gathering all things undone, words unsaid, promises and resolutions unkept. This day every year, everyone says to themselves, "This year, I'll do it." Sometimes we do it and sometimes we don't. And then there is always the next year. :D To tell you the truth, that's what keeps me going! Phew! :P
Once again, all of you have a great year ahead - do everything you want to do! :)
You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'.
- Chris Rock
Hmmm.
After the previous time, there's another Blogger Meet right next week. Have a feeling a lot more people will turn up after last time!! :) Hopefully, anyway. Sadly, me won't be there coz I'm not in town - in Hyderabad! :D But all you people, surely try and make it!
When? 30th December 2006 (Saturday) around 4:30 pm
Where? Elliots Beach (Opposite Cozee, near the Police Booth)
Registration? Nope, Just walk in.
For more info - check out post on gapp's blog.
P.S: Do post this on your blog to spread the word even if you aren't coming. And try gathering junta - more the merrier!! :D
This is basically me ranting my head off. Don't expect you to be interested or curious. Please do skip if you want to.
You know that thing people keep saying - 'Change is Constant'. Funda, I tell you. Really. It hit me like a sock in the jaw today. It hurt real bad.
I knew this guy way back. Say a couple of years. I say way back, because he's changed that much. And all for bloody worse. The boy I knew was gentle, sweet, kind and very adorable. Now he's just unrecognizable - badly behaved, ruffian types who think rude is macho. Bleargh. I thought of this for awhile and it made me sick. So I decided to let the dead past bury it's dead, to quote.
Sometimes I wish things would change. And other times, I'd give anything to have things like they were before.
I often think if life would've been the way it is if somethings had stuck. If I was as combustible as I'd been four years back. If he hadn't gone. If I hadn't liked him*. If I still had a cellphone. If those three months hadn't happened. If I hadn't done some things. If I had listened when it mattered. If I had said a firm 'No' then. If only could take back words that I said. If shit hadn't happened.
It's a bad moment and a big If...
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*The guy I liked is NOT the guy I knew way back.
Update: Missed mentioning how much a certain hour long phone call the night before my budday made my entire day/week/month. Miss you loads and Thaaaaaanks a million!! :) :) :)
Yippeee!!!!!! I is 18. FINALLY. :)
It's just a number, I know. But 18 is 18. Now I can legally drink, drive, watch A rated movies and generally expect to be treated like...erm...an adult. :P
Still certain people will insist on calling me things like Su Baby, Su Bambino, Kiddo. :| But since those people are super-dooper, I'll let it pass. :P
The day was BRILLIANT. To say the least. Didn't go out, didn't do anything special, but the people I know - they made it all fantastic. :D
12 at night, I got shaken up by my sis who jumped about and yelled like she was turning 18. :) 5 in the morning, my mum calls from her flight and says, "How does it feel to be 18? Big Girl!". =)) It felt plain nice. Not thrilled, ecstatic, just lovely and warm.
And my favourite part...Present time! Yaaaaaaay! :D
All of you guys who wished me, thanks a million! You guys made my week!! :D
Thanks are also due to: V, for the huge chocolate and bounty bars, Gapp bhaiya for the amazon voucher prezzle and big-bro-ness :), Ma for the classy jewellery, H for the wallet and card, Santosh for the lovely, lovely bouquet, Dad for the perfumes and GranP's for the grand!!! :D
Santosh's bouquet - with EIGHTEEN dairy milks for each year of my wasted life! :P One look and I was all teeth and smiles!! :P :D
Ma's Presents from Udaipur. Marwadi Ishtyle! :)
*Grin MAX*
Am going to watch Dhoom 2 NOW. NOW, NOW, NOW!!! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! :P :P
Will update story behind it later! :P
As expected, haven't had patience nor time to update story. Anyway, Dhoom was HAWT. The people in it were, anyway! :P
As a movie, it sucked though. Loads of action, brilliant stunts and gadgets n all that. But NO story whatsoever. Zilch.
And Ash. Oh, God. *headdesk* Like V says, you can melt her and make a bucket. :| Fake MAX.
Anyway, you gotta watch it for Hrithik, the stunts and the choreography and cinematography. Lowe. :)
I've been very ill the last week - ran a temperature of 103.5ºF, had a massive coughing fit and slept for 16 hours. I’m not in love with the experience of popping pills every six hours, sleeping with your face, neck and chest smothered with Vicks. Ugh!
Anyway, after all that I’m finally getting better. So yay!
Things have been sailing along pretty nicely, what with my cousin and niece staying over for a week. It’s been super fun! Cuz and I’ve caught up on a lot of “stuff”. Déjà vu!
Long conversations remind me of my yahoo chats with sagaro. Someone reading them would go mad. I’m sure. While at one level, they seem deep and thought provoking, on another plane, they just seem silly and ridiculous. I don’t understand why. Cuz and I spent 5 hours talking about this. Sheesh. But all the same, I always enjoy these conversations. Because they always make me think and I can convince myself that “deep” thinking is productive use of my time.
I often think about why the young people were so pissed off. They aren't satisfied with anything anymore. A bike a sixteen, a car at eighteen, a degree at twenty-one, a job after that: somehow that was a matter of course. And if you had to do without you were strange. Inferior. I mean, what's a life without these right? I say what's a life without fantasy. Without spontaneity. Working your fingers to the bone for something you don't even want that much isn't done. These are the ideals of the generation gone by. For many, these are the minimum expectations of life. But then there must be something else too. That thing, precisely, which makes life meaningful. Memorable. And that is nowhere in sight. But a few are still seeking out that which is meaningful in life. For a young person, it is better to have false ideals than no ideals at all.
I’ve also been learning Italian for awhile now, from my mum. I’d also attended a couple of classes with her. And then her teacher says that I can do the Level 1 exam and go to Level 2 directly. Awesome no?! :D Molto bene!! :D
And then Nanowrimo. I scrapped my initial, pathetic attempt at a novel. I suck at fiction. Big time. I spent two weeks writing 13K odd words of fiction. Now in two days, I’ve written 14K of non-fiction. Pretty darn amazing what memory can do. And it’s so much easier to put down things like they happened, to talk about real people in your life. Real.
But then someone said, Some memories are like butterflies. If you pin them down to a page, it takes the life out of them. Hmmm. Something to think about. Or not.
Update: Just woke up. CANNOT believe I slept off and forgot to go to a friend's budday treat. Damn Me!!!!!! :O :O Can't get any worse! *mutters darkly*
Not that it was much else before.
Anyway, all I've been managing to do is get up around 9, eat breakfast, read the papers and talk with my mom the first two hours of my day. Then write for awhile, lunch, write some more and sleep. Then catch a movie. :| It just sounds SO vagabond. :|
This weekend I saw The Shaolin Temple, did the Godfather marathon, Forrest Gump, Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi and Don(the older one).
Oh yeah, I also bunked college on Saturday. A friend and I discussed the current..umm...book that I'm writing. For like, half a day! He was a huge help! He actually shared a lot of his deep, dark secrets and said I could use it in the book if i wanted. We had a wonderful time! It's about two people called Aaradhana and Raghu. I've no idea what genre it comes under - but I'm writing it like a mishmash of things that I've encountered in RL. I still think my writing sucks. :|
Hoping life'll improve enough to make a post out of it.
Diwali is over and done. Phew! It's been a long, exhausting, frantic and ultimately super-fun week!! :) I've no idea why, but this Diwali seemed newer and somehow more satisfying than ever before. May be because, last year's diwali was marred by a lot of not-so-nice things.
Anyway this year was extra-special because 1. I'm in college. :P 2. My 2-month niece had her first Diwali at our home 3.I had a 10-day holiday. :D :D Traditions are what make it helluva lot of fun- fataka from Parrys, lights and diyas at home, paati's bakshanam, new clothes, waking up at unearthly hours, this big family-type get together at home, cousins......I'm just feeling so warm-fuzzy about it! :P I love my family!
It's been a perfect(ly) exhausting week! :)
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My baby niece.....She's the cutest! :)
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I watched Don this afternoon. Was super!! :D :D :D SRK can't compare to AB of course....but the movie in itself was wow! Slick and amazing cinematography!
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I'm currently reading The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens. It's wonderful! :) It's like this motivating thing you get all boosted up reading. Surely worth a read.
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Think I'll give NaNoWriMo a shot. I feel like doing something and working and being busy. Life is getting a little banal, actually. :| And I want to write - not randomly, but coherently and well. This is a good opportunity to let myself do it. I'd love it if you'd all give your suggestions and erm...also criticisms and ideas! Thanks!
Note Capitalization of E in Eeew! :| Check the IM transcript out. It's pukey. I'm NOT amused.
eew_boy: hey wait
eew_boy: hey suraksha
eew_boy: epdee irruke
suraksha r: whos' this?
eew_boy: wait
eew_boy: don put ignore user
eew_boy: i dont know you
suraksha r: then?
eew_boy: but want to talk to you
eew_boy: please
suraksha r: why?
eew_boy: i dont know
eew_boy: i wanted to
eew_boy: i know its not right
eew_boy: but still i wanted to
eew_boy: i m feeling kinda lonely
suraksha r: so?
eew_boy: im not flirting and all
eew_boy: jus wanted to talk
suraksha r: you know it's not right...but you're still doing it
suraksha r: that doesn't say a lot
eew_boy: sorry i wanted to talk to you
suraksha r: you are
eew_boy: you are doin final year engg in svce right
suraksha r: erm....first
eew_boy: ohhh
eew_boy: which branch are ya in
suraksha r: eee
eew_boy: ohh okkay
eew_boy: can i add you on orkut? will you be my best friend?
suraksha r: huh?
eew_boy: okay i think you are not interested. friendship with you would have been very nice.
eew_boy: seri byee
eew_boy: jus wanted to talk
eew_boy: byee
suraksha r: ciao
eew_boy: carry on
P.S: eew_boy is NOT the id. just my pseudo. bleargh!
It's been a few weeks since I started college. Obviously, it's way different and I'm getting used to it. :) Meanwhile, I learnt (apart from acads):
1. However much a gel pen refuses to write, you do not blow into/out the refill. Chances are 9.9/10 that you'll end up with a black mouth/lips/teeth and look like you're obsessed with extreme gothic fashion. *feeling stupid*
2. Never attempt to multitask and manage mechanics notebook, bag, ice-cream and hair all together. Result? Yellow streaked hair and a butterscotch flavoured notebook. Soggy, I might add. *feeling extremely foolish*
3. The bathroom is used for various other reasons than for its own purpose. For giggly girls to meet up and comb their hair together (we need company, you know!), for girls/boys to hide in there and come out exactly when the cute guy/girl of their life is passing by (hello?!) and also to discuss gossip of utmost importance a.k.a why and what exactly that boy was talking to that girl or why that really pretty girl has to be a bitch. (d'oh!) *going WTF!*
4. Murphy's Law actually works. Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. In accordance with this, any day you wear a white salwar kameez is the day it will pour cats-and-dogs, leaving you're mum wondering where the brown salwar in the wash came from. *waaaah!*
5. Engineering graphics is not just about nice 2D and 3D shapes. It's also about ruining your eyesight by seeking to measure out 1mm, 3mm, 5mm etc with a drafter. Whattay freakin' PAIN! *irked*
6. Feesoeletic Yeffuct = Piezoelectric effect. *whattey accent, I say!*
7. There exist people who wear candy pink lipstick to college, deliberately make their hair messy and fling themselves at the seniors. They also believe it's uber-cool and uber-sexy to be doing these things. *puke^infinity*
8. Orkut is a marvel. Oh well, to some extent at least. Now, I know some 20 people from my year who aren't in my class/dept through orkut. It's always, "Hey! You're Suraksha right? I'm so-and-so...we scrapped on orkut, remember??!!" :) :)
9. You can be super-hawt, super-brainy and super-eloquent. Yes, I'm talking about one person. It takes work to be that, though. *pictures person...sigh*
10. It's not every class that has cutey-cute guys. Some have majo pazhams only too. Like my class. *sigh.....*
Notwithstanding all of this, college's been pretty fun so far. Made a great set of friends, so I guess that's made it funner and all the more tolerable!! :D Classes are, obviously, not great. But I'm surviving. Optimistic senior souls tell me it's not for long. :P
Great friends, super icecream in canteen, big brother in same college - pretty neat scenario...only hope it gets better!
EDIT: For everyone's benefit, NO I did not get ragged! :P Yet. :P
You're SO SO SO gonna love this song - courtesy Ajit. It's completely, totally super-hilarious!! Lyrics below. Read as you listen. And die laughing! :D
Oh, many, many years ago
When I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow
Who was pretty as can be
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her
And soon the two were wed
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life
For my daughter was my mother
'Cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the matter
Even though it really brought me joy
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy
I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
Our little baby then became
A brother-in-law to Dad
And so became my uncle
Though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle
Then that also made him brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter
Who of course is my step-mother
My father's wife then had a son
Who kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild
For he was my daughter's son
My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me blue
Because although she is my wife
She's my grandmother too
I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
Now if my wife is my grandmother
Then I'm her grandchild
And every time I think of it
It nearly drives me wild
For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw
As husband of my own grandmother
I am my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
Update: 10,000 hits!!! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! :) FreakSpace rocks! :P
Feeling grateful and expressing gratitude are two different things - I am grateful but didn't express it. EoD pointed that out!! :D So, all you people who've repeatedly been visiting this space, I have one thing to say to you all - you must have a lot of patience! :) Thanks!
I'd bought this 1000-piece puzzle from landmark. And now it's done! :) Oh btw, It's a painting called "School of Athens" by Raphael Santi.
...But finished it, somehow!! :D
Tagged by Shekys. Here we go...
I'm thinking about:
how awesome sukhwinder singh's voice is. Mmmm.
I said:
Adi paavi! You dog! - to my sister.
I wish:
I was more intellectual.
I hear:
Beethoven's 9th symphony. Also my sister cursing people in her class.
I wonder:
if am as crazy as some people seem to think.
I am:
having an identity crisis.
I dance:
at get-togethers, to horrible, re-mixed music that seems to be the fad.
I sing:
everyday, most of the time, everywhere.
I cry:
when I'm frustrated. when I let people down.
I'm always:
blank.
I make with my hands:
food.
I write:
what I think.
I get confused:
more often than not.
I need:
coffee. and some stability.
And this tag goes to
Anyone who'd care to do it. In my comment box or in their blog. :)
You're Catch-22!
by Joseph Heller
Incredibly witty and funny, you have a taste for irony in all that you see. It seems that life has put you in perpetually untenable situations, and your sense of humor is all that gets you through them. These experiences have also made you an ardent pacifist, though you present your message with tongue sewn into cheek. You could coin a phrase that replaces the word "paradox" for millions of people.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
This time, tagged by Hamsini. Verrrrrry weird tag, though. *perplexed*
Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog entry with five complete lies about yourself. That is, five things about you that are completely not true. Not even slightly. THEN hide in the entry a 6th line, something that is absolutely TRUE and the first person to guess which one is true wins :) then tag up to five people you want to turn into compulsive liars too.
1. Love crowds, bustle and noise.
2. Have always spoken the truth.
3. Hate to get drenched in the rain.
4. Love Craig.
5. Have never bunked classes.
6. Go to the temple every single week.
Was NOT easy to do this!! :) :)
I tag Abhi, V , Vara, Gapp and Ajit !
Oh, and my 100th post! *applause* :P
Update: Talking about milestones, I just realized i've crossed my 1000 comment mark too!! Yay!! :) It's currently at 1019 for Koyaanisqatsi and 42 for Poetic License!! :D
The most important people in my life. I'd be lost without them. :)
To write about them would take me a lot of time and a lot of words. And still, I wouldn't be saying everything that I want to.
Here's to all of you. I love you guys!! :) :) :)
