(Fashion) Senseless.

What else can I say? I think its de rigueur to have a mom with loads of fashion-sense otherwise you’re drowned in the pool of faddism and inanity. No, really. My mood has been shitty since morning cos I opened my closet (in the morning :/) to find hell loads of PJs and night dresses. That too, pink and flowery. I’m sick of pink. Totally, ugh.

Whenever me and my mum go shopping (which is always), my mum manages to get me loads of flowery, pink pajamas. They could be more expensive that that nice dress there, but hell no, she always goes for the pajamas. ONLY.

It used to be fun before, when you didn’t have to be so fashion conscious. When you could go out the house, till, maybe the shop nearby wearing yer pajamas. When you were a little kid. But now, it’s dumb when people openly laugh at you when you go to the SAME shop wearing pajamas. And it’s not like I’m imagining it. They laughed at me OUTRIGHT. Like, it was a group of maybe 4 girls and they collapsed in a fit of giggles as soon as they saw me. They were dressed in the worst possible Churidaars EVER. Their AUDACITY was.. mind-numbing! I gave them a cold stare and went about my business, but hey, people DO laugh. It’s no joke. :|

My mum has a technique. She’ll give me negative vibes when I adamantly refuse to listen to her and BUY those clothes on display, THERE.

Or, there’s this other thing that does the trick.

For example.

Scene: At a shop.. I like some shirt. My mum doesn’t like it (cos its not bright and flowery :|)
So, this is what she does.

Me: Mom, I want that shirt.
Her: Nanditha.. you won’t wear it.
Me: Why would I want to buy it if I won’t wear it? :|
Her: Because I’m your mom and I know. [uh, yeah, right]
Me: Sick. I wanna buy it, and that’s it.
Her: [in a serious tone] Your dad wonn’t like it.

THAT does the trick. Yes it does. It not only brings the conversation to an end, but it ALSO makes me walk out of the shop in anger, and my mum.. pleased with herself. :|

I really consider stuff like that, BTW. I mean, if dad doesn’t like something, I’ll probably argue about it but in the end, I’m going to listen to him.

BUT. I came to know how big a farce that line really was when I went shopping with both mom and dad. Mom uttered the trademark line again, and my dad goes.. “But.. I think it’ll look good on her. Moreover, she likes it”
That did it. My mum started communicating with her eyes, u know, her eyes conveying DEEPLY, the message – “no, tell her that you won’t like it! Dammit, why can’t you just nod along?”


Goodie. So now I had an ANSWER. =D

Everytime she said the “dad wont like it” line, I’d say that I don’t really care cos I knew that mum turned out to be wrong that everytime.

It's true. I AM Fashion sense LESS. :P

Well. BTW, if you think being 16 and still shopping with yer mom is dumb, then HEY! I don’t really shop by myself, and moreover, I don’t have a cousin/anybody who lives nearby with whom I can go shopping AND I don’t go shopping with friends.. I dunno why, though.
Plus, this is India. Real shopping with friends isn’t time pass. Window-shopping is. =D

~ I need to find out a bit about Christmas.. it’s for a morning assembly. Damn!


Psst.. Half the people out there don’t like my template. I don’t LOVE the orange colour, but I do like everything else. Call me conceited, but I’m gonna stick to liking it. And I don’t care. AND, I can be kiddish -> *sticks out tongue*

The Durga Puja, the Dance Competition, and friends. In short, loads of FUN! =)

So, I don’t know where to START. The past few days, weeks, actually, have been SO much hectic AND fun filled, that I’m at a loss of words! I mean.. I’ve had SO much to write about but so little time! Well. Happens. =D

Well, lets start with the Durga Puja thing. My friend, S, she learned Kathak for four years. So suddenly, on Saturday, she decides that she wants to take part in a Dance Competition that’s being organized by the people that sponsored the Durga Puja festival.

So, she starts the practice thing. And since her parents are busy too, she wanted me to come, to be the photographer. I mean, the camera-woman. No, wait, whatever. =D
She called me up.
Her: Yaar, aa ja na. Ive been practicing for an hour and my bro keeps telling me that I’m gonna make a fool of myself there.
Me: Hmm. Don’t listen to him, yaar. He’s a born pessimist. He’s TEH pessimist. Jeez. Worse than ME, of all the people.
Her: Abbey, to aa rahi hai ki nahi?
Me: I feel bloated. :/
Her: Bah. I’m sending someone to pick u up.
Me: Wait -

And then she kept the phone down.
I kept thinking that she HAD to be kidding, when suddenly, at around 10.. her parents come to my house to pick me up. Now, my mums like, Go beta, go. It’ll be fun! And I’m like.. but.. but.. but. =D

So, well, originally, I didn’t wanna go cos.. well, I’m plain lazy. But.. I changed my mind. So, when I reached her house, S was getting ready. She was wearing a saree, something close to it, I guess and she was looking PERFECTLY pretty! =)

Me: *hugs* Looking NICE! =)
Her: Thanks yaar. I’m scared. Having second thoughts and all. :s
Me: Nahi na, don’t be confused and all. You can do it. Remember, you can, you will? Aise hi soch na. =)
Her: Haan… pata nahi.
Me: Tu bass darr mat. Pehle lets GO there na!
So, we went to the Durga Puja thingy. I had the camera with me. I mean, to take pictures. But then I remembered ki I could take videos too! I mean, had I known earlier, I’d have taken the HandyCam only. Sigh. :/

So, I was trying to kid around cos I didn’t wanna see S all tensed up and stuff. So we took the most BHOOTNI-ish pics ever. With S’s Kajal (Kohl) and my teeth, haha. Even BhootUncle will get scared. xD

So, It was FINALLY her turn! YAY!

So, she went up the stage and I strated recording the video. S danced REALLY well. SO well, that there was a HUGE round of applause when the song stopped. Btw, she danced for ‘Mere Dholna’ from the movie – Bhool Bhulaiyya. One helluva song, and I had the whole thing recorded. So, we went to the green-room-like place again and I was like.. WOW that was GREAT! And S was smiling all modestly and stuff. It was a happy moment after all.

And so, at around 11 30, we started for S’s house. We walked! At ELEVEN THIRTY in the NIGHT! =D
It was TOO good. Awesome, seriously. We even made a video we call ‘wo pagalpanti wala video’ just cos we recorded the whole thing while walking at 11 30 in the night! Like, I wanted to upload it to YouTube cos it was pretty dark and anybody who watches the video can only hear our voices and maybe see my teeth (they’re pearly white), but cant see our faces. But S was like, nope no way. So anyways.

HAha. That’s about it – the durga puja part. Theres more coming tomorrow. Stay tuned (*gulp* what did I JUST say? :o)
Ive been watching too much TV. GAWD.

~ ‘Bout school and the new SurdKid in the bus, tomorrow! =)

psst.. S won the FIRST prize in the Dance Competition btw!! YAY! =) =)

Me and mum. Fight number 55,105. (and still counting)

Wait, just before u begin reading, this thing is about 2 or maybe 3 weeks old. Maybe even a month old. I just forgot to POST it. I mean, I hadnt even saved it as a draft, it was saved in MS Word. :]

Okay, so LOL, check out this conversation between me and mum.

Scene: I’d just switched on the computer and co-incidentally, mum came in to gimme my tea then. So yeah.

Mum: Why is the internet on?
Me: Cos I have some work.
Mum: *rolls eyes* yeah, orkut work.
Me: NO! Its school work. The project thing. I have to submit it tomorrow.
Mum: Uh-huh. I don’t want to see you working on the internet, give me the ADSL wire right now.
(The ADSL wire is this wire without which the internet won’t function, and I have stu[pid MTNL connection so I get a model WITH the ADSL wire instead of just one permanent wire, like in Sify)
Me: No way! I need to do the work .

(I think mum was in a REALLY violent mood, cos, guess what?)
She pushed my chair away (it’s got wheels.. u know, w/e, damn that thing!). AND she grabbed the ADSL wire (superfast, I must say) and rushed outta the room.

So, I started yellin about how I badly needed the internet and all. =D
But then, my mum being my mum, she decided not to give the stupid wire to me.

The only thing that comforted me was the fact that the internet hadn’t been working, so there was a teeny weeny possibility of the internet not working at that time too.

So I got all mad and left the house, NO, I didn’t leave the house, I just said I had some work. IT was 8 pm.
8: 15 pm: I call up Sheru and Ashima to find out who the hell isn’t busy. Ashima isn’t, so shes okay with me coming over, like, at that time. SO I went to her house, scrapped a bit, and then we realized ow we never evn meet just cos we’re in different classes now, and all. And then we forgot all about it and It was 9 30 when I actually looked up at the ghadi and I Was like OMG they’re gonna KILL me and well, I left. Immediately.

It was sunsaan, a bit scary. NO big deal, nobodys looking. :]

So, I reached home and this was what happened

Granny: What’ll you have for dinner? :]
Me: Nothing.
(My brother suddenly started laughing.. like a maniac)
Me: WHAT?
Bro: OMG mum said that you’d say the EXACT same lines and well, she was right! HA!
Me: w/e.

So whatever,
My internet bandwidth is 1.5 gb again. YAY! =D
Thats great, but I hope I just have enough time to actually use the internet, again. =D =D

Youtube, and SOUTHPARK, here I come! XD

Nail Paint.

So, I dunno why the hell, but I have this sudden thing for nail paint. And its not like I spend a lot on nail paint. I just have like, 3 colours, that’s it. I have Red, Rose Wine, this other shade of red, the transparent one, then this one glittery one, then this one other glittery one. Okay, I don’t know math. No arguing on that
So anyway, I just finished applying this coat of the rose wine thigy. It’s basically a shiny type of pink colour. I really like it but it doesn’t go with my skin colour. That’s sad, but its okay nevertheless.

Now basically, my room isn’t soundproof and it isn’t like I live alone AND my mum sleeps right in the room outside. I mean, the rooms are interconnected, yes? Yes. So anyway, whenever mum hears me typing and all, she goes all crazy and she gets really tensed and suddenly, she’ll be like, “[insert my name], are u working on the internet? Are you chatting?” and I’ll be like, “NO mom, I’m NOT on the internet, I’m NOT orkutting, facebooking or chatting. I’m just tying some stuff. “
You know, my mum gets this fixation thingy cos of reading newspapers in which journalists who have no lives of their own bitch about how bad the internet is and about how HONESTLY bad social networking sites are and about how that poor Arushi kid was influenced by Orkut and by SMSing and all. Bullshit.

Well, I’m not the kind of person that;d go on swearing bouts, but I HAVE to confess, I DO swear at people in my mind. Nowadays. I think its cos of all the influence. You cant listen to someone saying fuck or chootiya or chod again and again and not get used to the word so much that you want to use it in certain situations. I mean, yeah.

So, this really great friend is going out with another really great friend. Lifes gone a bit haywire cos of that. This is cos, well.. since both of them are MY great friends, they’re confused, whether or not they should temme stuff they don’t like about the other person cos they believe that I’ma tell the other person, which is basically not true, but who gets the point?
So anyways, I’m not really bothered. I mean, I cant make a person want to tell me something he/she doesn’t want to. Haina?

Theres this one guy at school. I think hes the biggest male whore and was the worst thing that happened to earth since chin-clefts. Honest. Chin-clefts SUCK! Incase you don’t know what I’m taking about, try picturing this: a face-ass/face-butt. Makes sense, yes? Well. That weird butt like thing you have on yer chin. No, not YOU. Certain people. Like Diana Hayden or Preity Zinta or Aishwarya Rai or people like that. Yeah, basically, those things suck. But going back to the topic, hes the biggest male whore, I firmly believe so. End of the topic. Good night. Shabba Khair. Whatever that means. :/