The Actual "Farewell Party"

This evening was the "actual" farewell. That's the get-together organised by our juniors for us. That makes us almost-alumni of our school. Sad.

Anyway....we had loads of fun playing games, generally kalaichifying ppl....the works!!
:D
*Highlights*

-- The Paddy who I thought would turn up in nike/adidas tee, branded jeans, nike/adidas socks AND nike/adidas shoes....actually turned up in.....you won't even guess it.....A SUIT!!!!!!

Your corporate ishtyle black trousers, black blazer, a demure striped shirt and a wacky orange tie!!I saw him well into the farewell....and reeled!!! I went..."Whoa....check HIM out!!! Hehehe". But actually, the fact of the matter is that he did look totally good. :) It was a huge shock though.

-- Anin - yes, the ubiquitous commentator and tagger on my blog - was "The Best Dressed Male" of the evening. *Applause Applause* (a sherwani fetched him this. And if they are as uncomfortable as i think they are, then he really deserves it!!! :D )

*End of Highlights*

After the get-together, about 20-25 of our class gumbal raided Planet Yumm. LOL!!! Now that was fun!!! Solely coz i got to eat o.c. chocolate cake....hehehe....thanks, of course, to my superior persuasive ability!!! :D

And yea...i did stuff myself with absolutely super pani puri frm gangotree....ha ha!!! I did get a lot of stares strutting around planet yumm in an uncomfortable sari and hogging pani puri. But...what the hell...the gals all did!!! LOL!!

Threat from mom - "Last day of fun. Too much fun. From tomorrow....get up at 3 30 and get mugging."
Me - Determined to do so. Reason being ejjatly 28 days till the big 'un begins!!! :)

Rang De Basanti - Post Watching

MIND-BLOWING. An absolutely classic experience. A movie that blends the care-free attitude of Dil Chahta Hai and the periodic feel of mangal pandey and the like. Very artfully done. Narration does stumble a bit...but picks up gradually. And a simply superb climax. Awesome.

1. Aamir Khan - Indescribably good. Surpasses his sky-high caliber. More than full marks.
2. Siddharth - Proves his mettle. Exceedingly good portrayal.
3. Kunal Kapoor - Pleasing performance.
4. Alice Patten - Charming. Impresses with her awesome hindi. And very cute. :)
5. Madhavan & Soha Ali Khan - Ultra-cute couple. So in love. Superb screen chemistry. And maddy's HAWT!!!

It's an amazing movie to watch. Not just time-pass. Those of you who haven't caught the flick....don't miss it!!!! It's definitely worth a watch. :)

Return of the Prodigal Blogroll

Ha! I am the absolute victor. I have a feeble blogroll. One threat and it comes right back. I’m lovin’ it.

Brainsick Blogroll

Darn my blogroll. Absolutely useless thing! All of a sudden, it refuses to do my bidding and co-operate. Hmph!! No live. No updates. Nothing to show a blog’s been updated. Nonsense! Crazy, cranky, stupid blogroll. It shall be punished when it decides to come to order. Or even if it doesn’t. It shall pay.

Whatever. I know I’m losing it. No need to remind me. I know it full well. I’ll get back to my normal, sane self in time. Yes - I am normally sane.

Rang De Basanti - A Generation Awakens

Been waiting ages to see this film. Am going on Monday. Muhahaha!!! I've got a lot of expectations....what with Aamir Khan and Madhavan. It's been hyped like crazy and the music absolutely rocks!!! And of course, the best part of it as yet is.....BE A REBEL!!!!!!!

While ur at it....read Sudhish Kamath's Review of Rang De Basanti.

Addicted

     Addicted. That’s what I am. To what, you ask? I say to things that aren’t worth an addiction to. Such as, you wonder? Those simple, innocuous things that you simply cannot do without. You, of course, think I’m talking about schmaltzy things such as love, music, the birds and insects, the sky and stars et cetera. Not to worry. Nothing wrong with you. That’s just the consequence of my previous posts.

     All the same, just for the record, I’m talking about no such things. The particular things I had in mind were coffee and mint. Why suddenly coffee and mint? Because, dear friend, those are the two newest additions to my taboo list. Which, of course, is controlled entirely by my mother. She, for her part, expresses her firm disapproval about caffeine intake by “children”. That would, thank you very much, refer to me. And I, naturally, can’t give up coffee for anything in the world. That’s Part I of War of The Stimulant Ban.

     Part II. Mint. What is so terrible about mint you ask? I would say – NOTHING. It’s the nicest, most useful thing to grace the world after coffee. Predictable and pathetic. I know. Anyway, I have this weird fixation, an idiosyncrasy you might call it. There has to be and I mean there simply has to be a box of mint on my study table ALL the time. Make what you want of it. Whether I eat it, whether I don’t or just simply give it to the dog, it’s got to be there. There’s one upside that you can see to this. I don’t fuss about brands. As long as it’s strong and white, it’s good to go! That’s another thing…I hate coloured mint. Ugh!
     That was my version.

My mom – Mint is bad. It’s not good for health.
Me - *sigh* ok…so? (don’t care – love mint)
Mom - It gets you addicted to it after a while. You’ll become a junkie.
Me – rattle off stats from TIME strengthening my case.
Mom – rattles of more stats from god-knows-where and which completely dwarfs mine. Then goes - We’ll have to do rehab. It’ll become a trauma for the whole family. You’ll never be able to get out of it. <This actually happens when mom gets real desperate to get me to do something. Pity.>
Me – MOM!!! It’s a darn MINT….not some bloody morphine derivative. Sheesh!!
Mom – Don’t you dare swear in front of me!!! …blah…blah…<read dishoom, dishoom, dishoom!!>

This part of it is an entirely different story. We’ll get to that later. Swearing and my mom. Two things you never juxtapose. Anyway, the result of the War shall be announced shortly. There is no alternative. I win.

Wokay....how abt this??

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I've no clue what this is about....went slightly crazy before i could complete quiz. Person who set quiz is absolutely mental.

In The Dark

     He didn’t understand it. Nor did anyone else. But they couldn’t, he thought with condescension or was it envy masquerading as disdain? This dispassionate passion was tearing him apart like no other. His life fell to ruins as he watched, smiled, thought and devoured the spirit that was she. He felt as if it were a motion film he was watching – his life gradually, naturally blending into a farrago making her the centre of his love-struck universe. Love. It was too feeble a word, too misplaced an emotion – its commonness bordering on the vulgar. No, to call it love would be blasphemous.

Suddenly, in an almost metamorphic flash, he felt cool and far away. As if he was as detached from it as he only hoped he would be. For himself and for her. There wasn’t a night he didn’t torment his narcotized brain, asking of it to deliver the answer to that one question. That one answer which might, just might, afford him redemption.

Bondage

There he stood, the soft moonlight making ripples of familiarity on his phlegmatic face. His thoughts came down upon him like a shroud, baring their brutal reality against his powerless self. He wanted to reach out. Into the fiery night. Into freedom. Into the blue, blue sea that stretched so endlessly beyond the horizon. Into himself. Into anything. To escape this tortured, masochistic affair he was cocooned in.

But how, how could he let her go. She. As she began weaving herself into his thoughts, it was all he could do from exploding. She metastasized through his being as a force so potent that nothing, not even him could stop her. She. A woman so beyond description. A woman who defied womanhood, but was the very essence of it. A woman who seemed to be an aura herself. He plunged into his psyche, exploring his enslavement to this beast, which had very nearly ruined him. She coursed in his veins. A venom so powerful; he knew without really knowing that this bondage would cause all else to fade into nothingness. It was, perhaps, what a part of him wanted.

ARGH!!!! :((

Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Phew….that’s better.

I hate chemistry. My exam is over. And I haven’t exactly written a topper’s paper. I hate chemistry.

Thank You.

Conspiracy!! Conspiracy!!!

ROTFL!!! I wonder.....

Check this out!!! hehehe!!!

Feel Pannadha!!! :D

     The all-new fad setting in is “Feel Pannadha!”. Well, ok…it’s bin around for a while. For all those unaware of it…it’s just plain vernacular to substitute the worn out erms, ers, aahs, umms and any and all other vague monosyllabic replies. Vara and me got soooooo used to hearing the term that lately we’ve become part of the club too. Feel pannadha. :D

     Basically, any question worth replying to/ not worth replying to/ unrepliable/ singularly evadable and the like warrants a “Feel pannadha” as its reply! Here are some convos to give u the “feel” of the lingo.

1. Dei, why the hell do u drive as if u’ve gotta be somewhere in 3 sec? (all concerned and protective about friend)
Feel pannadha!! (not a care in the world!!)
     
2. Why don’t u help me collect the money? (glowering at who is supposed to help, annoyed at being made to do boring work alone)
     Feel pannadha!! (huge grin, innocent look, honey-and-caramel voice, the works)

3. I’d like you to fill my slam book now. Could you? (all hopeful and wanting to get as many people done as possible)
     Feel pannadha!! (hand-tennis is more important than slam-book types) :D

4. Tcha….andha padathula evolo super a act panna theriyuma?! (this really konjam feeling about much adored actress)
     Ni yen feel panra? Feel pannadha!! (thinks hero more macho, actress not worth)

5. I hate her! I hate her! I hate her! (positively boiling, seeing red)
     Feel pannadha!! (the oh-life-is-so-smooth aura)

6. Oh shit! I’m soooo screwed at home!! 22 on 50 in math?? Oh damn!! (furiously thinking up plausible reasons to explain pathetic performance)
     Hey, Feel pannadha!! (yeah rite! If I say this to my mom, ha ha ha….I’m history!!) :O

     Anywayz, me thinks tat enough to give u a gist of the whole scene. And if u’ve taken a liking to the jargon, Welcome to the Feel Pannadha Club.

Cheers!

P.S: “Feel Pannadha” ;)
  

Temenos!!

The Temenos - Chennai Marathon is bach wit a bang!!! *Schwarzenegger Ishtyle!!* Better than before, the sponsors and organisers claim. So far, there has bin nothing tat contradicts that claim!! Well, my mom’s bin going on and on about it coz it’s her club (Rotary District 3230) that’s organising it. Lucky her! She’s in the middle of the whole hullabaloo!!

The concept of a “Marathon” came into existence to commemorate the spirit and gallantry of the Greek soldier Pheidippides when he ran all the way from battle at Marathon, Greece to Athens in 490 B.C. History leads us to believe that he delivered the message “Niki!” meaning “victory” and then foundered and died.

This year’s marathon promises to be a blast!! Too bad I’ve got my own marathon against time. Read Board exams in a month and half! :)

Note

This is for all the cretins in class who thought the post "Now That's Amore" was about certain other people in class. Well, it wasn't. Anyway, as it is our last year and we hardly have a couple of months together, I don't want any bitter memories of misunderstandings cropping up and tarnishing what has been till now a memorable two years. To this end, I'm taking off the darn post. Just to make things abundantly clear to aforementioned dumbos. And if I have in any way offended or hurt anyone's sentiments, I express my sincere apologies.

Ze Slambook Arrives....

The first slambook has arrived. Few more hav promised to turn up in next couple of days. Now me expected to write nice things and fond memories in it. The Works. Me lost. Took ages to fill 1 n half pages of a book. Small one at that. Managed.

Sent me into a reminiscent spree. Thoughts and events streamed in and out of consciousness. I regretted some, wanted to relive some, wished some had never happened, shrunk away from some. Tempted and desperately wish these could be put in words. Makes me feel in control and so much better. But the part of my brain responsible for coherent expression fails me. So i'll just let it float. And fade away. But they just refuse to go away....

It's A Brand New Year!!!!!

Got this one from another blog. Loved it! So put it in here. Happy New Year all you guys!!!

Hobbes: Everything familiar has disappeared. The world looks brand-new!
Calvin: A new year...a fresh clean start!
Hobbes: It's like having a big white sheet of paper to draw on!
Calvin: A day full of possibilities! It's a magical world, Hobbes, ol' buddy...let's go exploring!

2006 and Me

I dunno why i'm posting this. Debated a while. Decided firmly not to post. And so, naturally, here i am.

New Year Resolutions:

1. Will not make a new year resolution
2. Just broke that. Shall stop craving for things tat make life worth living. Read chocolato, coffee, rasagolla, gol gappas et al.
   
3. Make sure i do not watch more than 3 hours of movie per week. As in two english or one hindi/tamil. Hmmm....
4. Think up further ways to revel in bugging the world around me.
   
5. Keep room clean. Read be able to find what i want when i want it and not couple of weeks later. :(
6. Alphabetize and index library and KEEP it tat way.
   
7. Break all of this asap. :D

Now, why did i ever bother with that? Beats me.

As my friend's constantly telling me - I need a bath. I need coffee. Double Espresso. Triple while i'm at it. Throw in soulful music. Read iPod. And a hardback and i'm on top of the world.

*BANG* Utopian vision shatters. Back to banalities of life. Two more months till boards. One more till farewell. Few weeks till pre-board. Wow. I love my life.

On a nicer, more maudlin note, today was "stories-of-love" day. Our cherubic God of Love seems to be having one helluva time!!!!! :D

And tempted as i am to post about aforementioned tidbits, i shall be patient and write, check, add nice touches and finally post tomo. :D

Cheerio!!

If...

This is the most realistic and idealistic poem...and one of the most brilliant compostions i've come across.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Disgusting!!

I meant to post a long time ago but couldn't coz of exams.

The rape and murder of a call centre employee, a 24-year-old woman, by a person pretending to be the late night driver of her company transport has sent a chill down the spine of the BPO industry in Bangalore.

-The Indian Express

The rape and brutal murder of a newly-wed woman by a cab driver attached to a call centre has sent shockwaves across the BPO industry, raising grave fears about the safety of its two lakh employees.
The victim has been identified as Prathibha Srikanth Murthy (24), employed by Hewlett Packard (HP) Global Delivery Application Services in Electronic City. She was married to Pavan, working for another BPO called Ocwin Finance in Koramangala.

-The Times Of India

I'm sure all of you are aware of this horrific incident. First it was Kushboo, then the ridiculous "moral policing" in colleges and now this. This is the kind of repugnance that our society has been reduced to. What makes it all the more worse is that inconsiderate and insensitive people think it's their birthright to give judgemental and retrograde opinions on the matter.

Apparently our generation is supposed to be the future of the Indian Democracy. It repulsed me to hear some of my peers throw careless remarks at such a serious issue.

Imagine my disgust when i open my mailbox and find an e-mail which forwards pictures of the poor girl, claiming that it was because she was "provocatively" dressed that the driver decided to rape her. And provocative would be jeans and a short tee. For crying out loud!!

If this so-called educated society can be so narrow-minded so as to even suggest something so stupid, then there really is no hope for us to evolve into better individuals.

This is the 21st century for the love of god! If you cannot handle girls dressing in western outfits, I don't think you even belong here! Dressing in salwars and saris(which incidentally was voted the "sexiest" outfit in a survey conducted among Indian men) doesn't indicate culture and values any more than dressing in micros indicates promiscuity. You either accept and adapt yourselves to the changing culture and globalisation or, frankly, jump off a cliff!

For all you people (men and women) who are of the aforementioned opinion, please broaden your minds! And get your facts right. The whole rape and murder was planned. It wasn't as if the driver saw her clothes and "spontaneously" decided to rape her. So, any moron can understand that her clothes had nothing to do with it.

I'm quoting a friend here.

"Whats the solution? If she was wearing a full armed t shirt none of this would have happened? or would it be better if she was wearing a pardah? hey mayybe she just shouldn't be allowed to step out of the house. wait a minute. that sounds familiar. oh yeah, thats the taliban system im talkin about!"

We don't need to take over from the Taliban and start imposing those ridiculous notions here!

You say western outfits are provocative but why then do girls dressed in salwar kameez get jeers and cat-calls hurled at them when they walk the streets?? Or why is it that over 60% of all the rapes and sexual abuses in India in the slums and regions of lower-economic status??

It is our society and our mentality that has to change - not the clothes or the culture!

Birthday Bumper!!!

Two days since yours truly turned all of 17 !!!

-> I tried explaining that to my mom when she insisted that she feed me a bowl of sorry looking salad with unidentifiable veggies. In vain. My only consolation was that it contained a considerable amount of mayonnaise which i happily slurped! :P

-> Had math exam on 15th. Sulked the day before. Trudged through 300 odd problems. Stayed up till 2. Rose at 5. Slogged some more. Got all excited when i got family presents.
Pick of the lot - Mom's crocodile skin purse. (i am a firm supporter of the SPCA but it was so gorgeous!!)

-> Went to school. Got swooped on by friends and all and sundry for sole reason of possessing two huge packets of toffees. Jeez. Looked on while aforementioned sundry helped themselves. Best friend was kind enough to let it drop with about 12 of 'em! Wasn't complaining.

-> Came home. Got phone calls from long, long lost friends and rivals too. Very satisfied and at peace with the world. Was a picture of contentment.

-> Today. End of torturous exams. Necessary evil they claim. Bah! Day off. Frizzled the time away. Went out. Treated friends(with V). LMAO. Reason being two very very very comical pals. Blew an entire grand. Got very pretty kurti as birthday gift.

-> Came home grinning and all happy to face the smoldering glare of the kid sis still plagued by those awful things they call exams. Anticipated this. Ergo, got her richest cake I could find. Positively smothered with chocolato. Sister pacified. Peace reigns.

-> Here I am. Typed out chronological unfolding of birthday events. Read through. Spell Checked. Satisfied.

-> Sandman beckons. Day dawns early tomorrow. Yours truly will get into serious mode and start intense preparation for forthcoming necessary evils.

-> Arrivederci e Acclamazioni