Oh, Joy!!!!

IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!!

That just feels sooooooooooo much better!!! Impending Entrance Exam Doom does not seem to have any significance. Don't see it piercing my Euphoria, do you?!! Ha!!

I have a WHOLE one and a half days to FREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAK!!! :D (sad thing...AIEEE torture starts saturday....dammit!!)

Itinerary - April & May 2006:

April -
Gazillion Entrance Exams interspersed with Gazillion hours of mind-blasting classes and STUDY!! :((

May -
Couple more Eggjams.
A proposed trip to Milan, tickets of which are already booked, lodgings already arranged, sight-seeing plans already made and cousin and I all euphoric.

Slight a, hitch is the bloody #$@#% TNPCEE might land bang in the middle of my holiday. And if that happens, Milan and euphoric cousin can jump out of the window. Hmpf!!

Why they had to go thru this HUGE rigmarole is beyond me!! :O

Anyway....will NOT brood about atrocities now!! Time for a movie, coffee and a nice hard-back!

I'm gonna have some fun....and make sure you all do too!! (Not that I need to say it twice!! :D )

Cheers!!

Edit:

Bloody hell!!! The bloody TNPCEE is BANG in the middle, scratch, BEGINNING of my holiday!!! May 13 n 14......Damn!! This sucks BIG TIME!!! :O :((

Um...Excuse Me?

“Give reason why glycerol is used in cosmetics.”

Don’t wonder where that came from. That’s a question from the CBSE chemistry board paper. Class XII.

Don’t laugh, you! When I first looked at the question, I went – “What?!”. And so did a LOT of my peers.

I don’t know about you but I was under the distinct impression that the board exams are a means of testing functional knowledge on what we actually learn in school. What is relevant?

I have no clue why we’re supposed to know “why glycerol…blah”. But that’s just it! We needn’t know. Reason? Not printed in the NCERT textbook.

About glycerol in textbook:

1. Constituent of oils and fats.


2. By product of soap industry.


3. Colourless, viscous, hygro-something…yes hygroscopic liquid


4. Used in manufacture of dynamite, explosive…etc.

About cosmetics? Zilch.

Now, you might say, “Hey…grow up! You aren’t 8 year olds to be spoon-fed!!” Well, I agree. But when you’ve got eighteen painful chapters to mug and five days to do so, you can hardly go referencing…and even if you do, not for aforementioned insanity!

Five days suffice, you say. Certainly not!! A day to unwind from math debacle. Another to gear up, warm up and get going!! And you’ve got three days left. On one of which, it’s mandatory that you go visit the chem teacher. Doubts or not…immaterial!! Otherwise she’s just gonna cut you dead with words later and make you feel an inch tall….rather small!! :)

Anyway…without her, I’d have left the exam hall sobbing. Hail Sundari Ma’am!! To the best chem teacher I’ve known – cheers!! Just my way of saying “Thank You” to her!

P.S: For all those who’ve forgotten….we’re supposed to write her a review of her teaching before we leave school!! :)

Hoja Rangeela Re!!!

Happy Holi Everyone!!!

P.S: I feel I ought to apologise for my previous abysmally corny post. It was heights, really!! :P

Bugging You!!

This is CHWEET!!! :))

Completely!! :D

Oh God!!

This, devastatingly, is the current state-of-affairs!! :((

A Boy and A Girl

A boy and a girl
The best of friends
From elementary to high school
From beginning to end

Through all these years
Their friendship grew
They both felt the same
But neither knew

Each waking moment
Since the day that they met
They both loved each other
Sunrise to sunset

He was all she had
In her terrible life
He was the one
Who kept her from her knife

She was his angel
She made him smile
Though life threw him curves
She made it worth all the while

Then one day
Things went terribly wrong
The next few weeks
Were like a very sad song

He made her jealous
On purpose he tried
When the girl asked "do you love her?"
On purpose he lied

He played with jealousy
Like it was a game
Little did he know
Things would never be the same

His plan was working
But he had no clue
How wrong things would go
The damage he would do

One night she broke down
Feeling very alone
Just her and the blade
No one else home

She dialed his number
He answered "hello"
She told him she loved him
Then hung up the phone

He raced to her house
But came a minute too late
Found her lying in blood
And her heart had no rate

Beside her was a note
And in it her confession
Her love for this boy
Her only obsession

As he read the note
He knelt down and cried
Grabbed her knife
And that night they both died

She was found in his arms
Both of them dead
Under her note
His handwriting said

"I loved her so
She never knew
All this time
I loved her too"

Edit - Paddy's Request For A Happy Ending:

He raced to her house
Scared to the bone
He saw her shaking white
She and the blade alone

She looked up at him
And at once dropped the blade
They hugged and cried
And felt their agonies fade

They walked out to the beach
Both holding hands
Talking into the night
Their feet digging the sands

He told her he loved her
And she said she did too
Their smiles lit the dark night
Thence they were inseparable, the two!

Set Me Burning In Hades

Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis

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You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell


The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test


Evil ain't I ??? Muhahahaha...............*Satanic Look*

St.Valentine's Day

It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. I’ve never especially looked forward to it. Or made special plans. Or done anything out-of-the-ordinary at all!! But this year….I sat down and introspected. And then made this list. It’s the best of my life – best people, best things, best thoughts, best anythings!!! :)

Thoughts
That uninhibited feeling of craziness
That I can laugh and be happy no matter what
V – For being there for me to vent my insanities. And for accompanying me on endless, singularly pointless beach trips.
That very first “valentine” I got *blush*
Abhi – For just being there.
That I can be my worst critic
Those three passionate months
The one-friend-to-another convos with dad – Papa, You’re THE BEST!! :)
The yearly trips to kodai
That I find comfort in knowing that people think I care
All those people who’ve made life hell for me. If not for them, I wouldn’t have learnt how to control the self, how to tolerate supreme bullshit, how to get what I want without seeming to. Very valuable qualities, you must agree. :)
The rainy afternoons cuddled up in bed reading, thinking or just staring out
The “sister-bonding” talks with my kid sis – I love you, H!

Finally, for everyone who has been with me, taken the cream and the bruises alike, thank you! I love you all! :D

P.S: Me no feeling…Feel Pannala!! ;)

The Cornflakes Saga

     It all began that one fine morning when this little girl refused to eat cornflakes. She blatantly, stubbornly put her tiny foot down. And brat that she was, her poor mommy could do nothing but sigh in exasperation. Don’t be too harsh on the kid though. We didn’t have chocolate flavoured cornflakes then. Just the boring, plain, old cornflakes. :)

     It so happened that this kid had a cousin. They were two kids who simply refused to stay civil and nice to each other. He would pull her pigtails and make her cry. She would smash his toy cars and gloat while he hurled childish vilifications at her. Thus went on their relationship never once showing the promise of improving. Their two mothers decided that there simply had to do something.

     Their master plan: bring the terrors together. Now you wouldn’t think it was such a great idea. Still, that was what happened. That summer vacation saw the cousins united at the little girl’s place. The scene every morning went something like this. Her mother would warn both of them to behave. The little girl would stare coldly at him and he would give her a look that would put the worst governess-glare to shame. They would then sit for breakfast. It would invariably be – cornflakes!! :D

     She discovered that he didn’t like cornflakes any better than she did. A lot less, if that was possible. And also that he liked hershey’s strawberry syrup as much as she did. She was disgusted. Absolutely and utterly disgusted that this boy, whom she hated so much could have tastes so similar to hers. She then decided. She would rebel. She would do everything that he did not like. That would show him, she thought.

     And so she jumped rope. Dressed up in pink. Sang in her loudest voice. Banged things together. And ate cornflakes. :) Lots of it. Whenever she could manage it. She didn’t realize it but she was beginning to LOVE cornflakes. She would look forward to the once yucky breakfast every morning.

Age 10: Repulsed by cornflakes. On the verge of puking every single time.  
Age 11: Sought vengeance. Made cornflakes a reluctant obsession.
Age 12: Loved cornflakes. Moved on to Frosties.
Age 14: Shifted affections to Chocos.
Age 15: Experimented with Fruit Loops. Concluded it was trash.
Age 16: Moved back to Chocos.
Age 17: Embraced cornflakes variant with Strawberry pulp. :D

     Though the two cousins are still brats and still hostile, at least one good thing came of it. Hail Cornflakes!! :)

Gawd...Can IT Get Any Worse?!

"DADDY! HOW WAS I BORN?" the Junior asked his dad.

His dad, who is a software engineer, sighed and replied:

Ah, my son, I guess one day you would have to find out anyway!...

Well, I saw your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on
YAHOO.

Then I set up a date via e-mail with your mom and we met at a
cyber-cafe.

We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a
download from my hard drive.

As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of
us had used a firewall, but it was too late to hit the delete button!

Six weeks later your mom sent me an instant message saying that her
operating system was showing signs of unauthorized program activity
from a self extracting file which had implanted itself in her BIOS.

Then nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared and said: "You've Got
Male"!

JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESUS CHRIST!!!!!! 

Everyone Can Go To Hell

It's over.

I'm fed up. I'm sick of it.

It's getting on, in and around my nerves.

I'm stopping. I'm not talking.

And everyone on earth can go jump.

Edit:

Things don't seem the same anymore. They aren't. It's an unseen barrier that's in between that makes things so distant. There are lapses, seemingly significant pauses, thoughts that are best left aside. I didn't choose it to happen this way. It did. And I accept it. That doesn't make it or me feel any better.

Voila!!!

Lakme salon and a hundred n fifty bucks later........ta da!!!!!!! :))

and before u wonder....that is a self pic wit my awesome new phone!!! :D :D (k700i) muhahaha!!!




P.S: will gloat about phone when time permits!!!! :D

Good God!!!!!

Now i'm completely, positively, 1000% sure of it!!!!! I'm talking way toooo much to certain people and should start watching it!!! :O That's because....I took this insane test and the result turns up EXACTLY the same!!! Aaaaarrrghhh......way too much influence.... not good at all!! And especially bad before BOARD PRACTICALS!!!!

Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm" You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone... Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-) You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear. Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing. The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person. Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life. You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face. Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

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.