Stuff.

I had exams.

You don't need to guess. They sucked. Totally.


I'm getting way lesser marks than I did last term. And everyone else is improving.


So I decided to make myself feel better by.. well, by listening to RHCP.






My best friends birthday is in less than 5 days!! I couldn't be happier! I still haven't made her a card or bought her a gift... but still. I can't wait for the weekend!!






My parents are really mad at me because of my marks. And well, the fact that I don't show how bad/guilty I feel.


Whatever.


My mind's a pretty big mess, but right now I need to go sleep!

Time is precious.

And I swear to GAWD, I'm going to write a kickass blogpost one of these days, when you least expect it!


XD

Wistful Thinking

Today, after class, me and my friends, the three of us, went to get some momos. Thats an East-Indian delicacy, just incase you didn't know. I didn't want to eat any.. so well, the two of them stood at the counter and got some.. and JUST when M started to eat hers.. this one guy from our class, a real cute one too.. calls her.
So she handed her plate to me and went up to him.




Apparently, he asked her out.






For the third time.




And when she said no the third time, he..


wait for it...



.. he started CRYING.




Is it just me or does the rest of the world think of this universally PATHETIC gesture as lame?
And pathetic, but I already mentioned that.


M looked pretty disturbed.


Because she "made someone cry".




For the love of GAWD, why?


Maybe it's just wistful thinking on my part, but this is like, the millionth instance of a guy from my class asking M out.

Wow.


No, really. Wow.



I'm a bit jealous, but she's my friend, so I guess I need to look at it nicely/positively.



But still.


He cried, you guys.



Oh, by the way. N was eating her momos and talking to me the whole time.


And I was standing there holding M's momos looking like an idiot.

I’m gonna shine my shoes..

...for the fat lady. For my fat lady.


I just finished reading Franny and Zooey for the 100th time and it made a lot more sense this time. It always makes a bit more sense, every time I read it.

So, from now all, all my readers are going to be MY fat ladies. Yup. And I’m writing just for them.

=)

*Imagines a very Seymour-y look*

IHeartErichSegal. <3

Everybody has their fair share of shitty days..

Yeah. I had a shitty day today. So shitty, that I might have to cry myself to sleep. It was a really, REALLY sad day. Depressing, actually. :|

Sigh. So, for a change, I started to do some math, and voila! Turns out I can’t do even one sum! When did math turn THIS tough? :|

So, I left it and went on to economics. There you go, I wasn’t able to do that too. Then I turned to ENGLISH and I couldn’t even do the given homework! I mean, SIGH!

Then I started listening to some songs. Apparently, I don’t feel like doing ANYTHING today.. just because it’s a Monday, maybe? Monday blues, yeah.

I ALSO found that EVERYONE, I mean, EVERYONE (including the invisible ones) at school has a boyfriend. It’s not like I WANT one, but shit! I’m the only one who can’t seem to have one. Sigh.

Well, the thing is, the depressing stuff started out early. I got up in the morning and this is how frizzy my hair was before going to school:


Frizziness Unleashed, seriously.


Everybody at school asked me if I’d gotten my hair curled. I was REALLY surprised. And the other half told me that my hair had suffered some disease (VERY tragic) or something on those lines. It was terrible. My hair, I mean.

BTW, is hair singular or plural? That’s one thing that has always, ALWAYS confused me.

I’m still confused.

Oh, and I spoke at the morning assembly today. It was a disaster, frankly. See. Assemblies on shitty days suck ass. Totally. My voice came out all deep, like a foghorn. Ugh.


That’s it for today. See the frizzy hair, and Happy Tuesday, people! =)

(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*

What else do you expect at one in the morning?

It's 1 am. And it's been TWO hours since I've been searching for a blogger template. But, the ones that I liked (at least!) are not getting downloaded. And even if the ARE, there's something wrong with them. SO wrong, that I've started to feel pretty worthless. => I cant even CHANGE my template! ARGH!

I was so looking forward to changing my blogger template. Sigh. This one's so darned mundane. :/

Uh. Anybody out there who can help me change my blogger template? An earnest request. I don't like my current template, honest. Thank you.

P.S.: I talked to this one class-mate online, and I'm convinced that he's a fat toeless rat.
And there's another crazy girl in my class and I'm UBER-convinced that she's THE geisha. Because:
A] She's half Japanese (Yes. It’s there in her blood.)
B] She's got this bewitching smile that kinda kills all guys around. Except the ones that don't look at ‘outer beauty’ and all that shit. Oh, hell, who am I tryna kid? All the guys like her. Oh wait, there ARE exceptions: the gay ones.
C] She's got a weird way of talking.
D] And typing, considering the fact that she has been on the internet even before I Knew about it.
E] She’s got all the qualities that a geisha does. I told you; its IN her blood. Even if she IS half-jap!

Btw, just a random piece of info: The fat rat and the geisha are dating.

~ More about The CornyCouple later. =)

And, so. I hate..

If you like five or more things mentioned below, then get the hell outta this page and set yourself on fire. And if u don't do that, I'll make sure I track you down and stab you. With those hate circles and all, okay? Okay.


So, yeah.

I hate..

Studying. Coffee. Times now (the news channel). MetroNow (the newspaper). That one guy. And this other one. Cold creams (they’re indispensible.. and THAT is why I hate ‘em so much!). Weird Bollywood movies, especially the ones copied from foreign ones. Politics. Cats (I’m sorry, meow). Meow FM. Britney Spears. Some other singers like her. Death metal. TERRORISTS. Punk rock, and stuff of that sort. Customer Care people. Silence. Dictionaries. Actually, having to look up stuff. Smelly people. People that aren’t grammatically correct, like, all the time. People who think they own the world. Abusing unnecessarily. Responsibilty. Sluts/whores. Mousquitoes (damn ‘em all!). The colour grey. And navy blue (it looks ok on uniforms ONLY, though). Bright yellow. Flip flops (cos I’m not used to them). Pretty people (I’m envious of them, sigh). Being too girly. Pseudo-optimism. Waking up early. Not being able to write PROPERLY. My Indian accent. That popular group in my class (they’re so darned fake. No, really). That other girl who thinks she owns the world. My handwriting. Those earrings my brother bought me a few months ago. Clothes that don’t fit me anymore. Analyzing situations. That teacher.. I’m happy she never taught me ^_^. Being fat. Having to wear spectacles. Being dark. Having that extra ‘h’ in my name. Bush? Non vegetarians cos they eat innocent animals that are killed mercilessly by bastards, and machines. Bitter-gourd. Making spelling mistakes. Making grammatical errors :. Emo stuff. People who’re TOO loud. People that tend to make an issue out of every little thing. Being short. Reading stuff that don’t have the appropriate vowels and stuff, AND too many punctuation marks.. like this:
“cooooooooool!!!!! i’d lov 2 go 4 tht cmptition! whn r u cmin???????????!!!!!????”

I have a cousin who types like THIS:
“ hieeeeeeeeeeeeee…!!!! wen d u cm online, huh???? i wanna tok! kkkkkk? “
I never replied, btw. It pissed me of too much.

So, continuing.

People who think smoking/doing drugs is COOL (for hells sake, grow UP!). Hypocrites. Over sensitive people. Vilasrao Deshmukh. Jokes that don’t make me laugh. A few self-improvement books. Pointless noob videos on youtube. Shilpa Shetty’s evil eyebrow(s). Bollywood movie songs (except a few). Being sleepy (But I DO love to sleep). Being contradicted. Not getting enough comments (retorts, ie). Not being in a relationship (see, that’s what happens when you live in an UBER-pseudo-cool society). Creepy crawly animals. Injections. Doctors.

I also hate ending this post, but I have to cos I need to polish my shoes, do that bit of homework and prepare for tomorrow.

~I hope you have a Nothing-to-hate-*finally* day tomorrow. HeartTea and you’ll be better off! =D

All kinds of people. And stuff.

You know, there are civilized people and uncivilized ones too. You know, in the thesaurus, the synonym for the word ‘uncivilized’ MUST be given as ‘ a terrorist’. Because it actually makes sense. Ruthless, insensitive, merciless.. that’s what these terrorists are.
I absolutely hate terrorists. After those blasts in Mumbai, I’m convinced that if I ever get to meet a terrorist in my life, I’ll stab him, make little hate circles on his face, and laugh while he screams in agony. I’ll also make him watch Amateur Golf. AND listen to Rihanna.
So apparently, because of these rat headed terrorists, INDIA is a dangerous place to live in! How dumb is THAT? I’ll agree that living in Kashmir can be quite dangerous. But nowhere else. These terrorists.. ARGH! Damn them all. >_<
Well, I hope the 2 terrorists who’re probably roaming around free, get hit by a truck or something.

Well, so, apart from that, school sucks. Shall I tell you why? Cos my accountancy teacher hates me EVEN more, now. Moreover, I haven’t mailed Mr. Keyvan Sadigh YET (about the kids. Hey, if you’re reading this.. now I’m teaching TWO groups! Isn’t that greattt? And I promise that I’ll mail you as soon as my exams get over)
Well, so, I wanted to change my blog template but sadly, I cant seem to get it changed properly. I need to visit a few sites to get a nice background and all that. Get me a nice blogger template if you can, please?

Also, I found out that I’m getting fatter. I’m working on that, though. ‘Nuff said.
I like that song from Fashion – Kuchh Khaas hai (Sung by Mohit Chauhan.. its AMAZING.. u need to listen to it even if you don’t know hindi and all. =])
And hey, its Aids day! And two of my friends birthday! =D
I had the red ribbon thing pinned to my coat in the morning. Also, three kids fainted in the assembly, in the morning. The assembly was GREAT (‘twas about AIDS and all), but they sang Numb (Linkin Park), and ROFL! It was honestly funny. But their effort are commendable, still. =)
It was more like a hymn, though. =D

I got mad at A today cos she REMINDED the teacher about our homework. I mean, she could have just forgotten about it!
Hey, that reminds me, I still have to do that. And study. Jesus, what is this? I don’t like this at all.

Uh. I need to go make my tea now. Yes, I’m an eighty year old granny. :/
Btw, I think you guys might have listened to that song by Billy Joel – We didn’t Start the Fire.
LOL! I LURVE it!

We didn’t start the fire.. it was always burning since the worlds been turning.. we didn’t start the fire.. no we didn’t light it but we’ve tried to fight it…

I really like it! It makes a lot of sense, to tell the truth. =D

~So, haffun. And, welcome back, Abhimanyu! =)

Confession(s). xD

To everyone who has commented on some blog post and never gotten a reply,
Hello. I’m The Bunny Rabbit. And I’m glad you liked my blog/post/whatever. Do forgive me for not having replied to yer comment, because:
A] I got to know about it late.
B] I’m too lazy a bum, yes, I’ll freely admit it.
C] I had no idea what to reply. :s

Hmm. For all those who’ve commented, thankYOU. I’m pretty much grateful.

Psst.. I didn’t know until a few days ago that grateful is spelled the way it is and not as ‘greatful’. You don’t know how ASTOUNDED I was, when my English teacher told me that I’ve been making the same mistake since 6th grade and I SO firmly believed that the spelling was right that I never noticed the red makrs in my notebook. Under the word ‘greatful’, I mean. ! =D

Heh! =D

Apart fromt hat, I had a little tiff with a classmate+friend. I don’t care a lot, except that now I feel pretty dumb.
Oh, so the main point of this post was to thank everyone who has commented. Please DO keep on commenting. I really lurve comments! =)

Thank you,
Smiles and giggles and a lore more blog posts, I swear,
Teh BR. =)

Karo Zyaada ka Iraada =)

Well, this is one of the BEST commercials I’ve EVERR seen!!

It’s a jingle, actually. It’s really.. understandable.

Well, basically, one guy wants the other guys lifestyle. The second guy wants the 3rd guys (couple’s, actually) lifestyle. The 3rd person, she wants to be like the 4th person. The 4th one.. she wants to be rich like the 5th guy. And the 5th man, who’s bald, btw, wants to have loads of hair like the 1st guy.
See, its like, a cycle. And its so cute! Check out the video at YouTube! =)

Heres the link. Watch it; its worth all that bandwidth! =)

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=CqusIH84j_Q&feature=related
Karo Zyaada Ka Iraada

Karo Zyaada Ka Iraada =)

Nazar ko kya chahiye.. khwaab thode zyaada..
Arre khwaab ko kya chahiye.. rang thode zyaada..
Karle dil zyaada ka iraada…
[tunes and stuff]
Karle dil zyaada ka iraada

[some more tunes]
Chand mere paas hai.. suraj toh la tu zaraa..
Arre zindagi mei kya chahiye.. khwaab thode zyaada.

Karo, zyaada ka iraada. =)

I LOVE this jingle. Completely. Its been borrowed from some old song. Kishore Kumar, no less. It’s a Max New York Life Insurance ad.. It’s so touching AND easy to understand.

The latest one is the Czechoslovakia one. Just youtube it. You can even google it. It’s lovely. I completely adore it! =)

~Smiles. =)

Tons of days… =)

Wow! Feels like TONS of days have passed. Yes, tons. Have you ever heard of that phrase before? I haven’t. So I’m going to imagine that I invented it =D

Yeah, well, first of all, I need to confess.. even though I’ve had LOADS of time (excluding the past 2 days.. well, make it three), I haven’t been blogging as regularly as I once did! And I’m not even a lot of posts old! Jeez!

So, well, lets start from.. hmm, random stuff. This one e-pal told me that I write TOO much about my life, which isn’t good. And that came as a surprise (not a GOOD one, definitely), cos.. well, I dunno. Hmm. I’ll get back to that later. Right now, I remembered something VAIRY important. I read The White Tiger. By Aravind Adiga. If you’ve read even the HEADLINES, you’ll know that he won the Man Booker Prize this year. And WOW! Is the dude cool or WHAT?! He writes SO awesomely well!! I started the book today and finished it today too! It’s a small book, around 320 pages. And its just as expensive (Ha! Whaddya expect? Money does NOT grow on trees, okay?). IHeartIt! The book i.e. =)

Well, I wanna write MORE about my birthday that random stuff, or today. SO yeah, I’m going to write about my bday first.

~Lemme get all that outta my HEAD, first! :P =D

Another kid. :/

Theres this one kid. In my bus, sigh. I dunno why, but the kids that piss me off the most travel by bus and they travel in the SAME route I travel by. Jeez!

So, this kid, lets call her A.. I’ll tell ya what happened today.

I got into the bus, morning mei.
I went to the back and sat down with the rest of my friends. But, apparently, they were talking about some movie, so I wasn’t really taking an interest and all.
So, this kids sitting in the second last seat. And this is the conversation that followed:

Her: didi… aapka naam kya hai? (Didi, whats your name?)
Me: [insert my name]. (I was bored)
Her: Toh.. aapke first term mei kaise marks aaye? (So.. how much did you get in yer first term?)
Me: Kyun? Achhe ni the, utne. Math mei 60. (Why? And, Ididnt good marks. A 60 in math :|)
Her: KYA!?? Maths mei SIXTY? Hawwwww. :o (WHAT?! :O.. a SICTY? OMG!)
Me: Tumhare? =) (Yours?)
Her: Mere to TWENTY FOUR aaye, 25 mei se! (Me..! I got 24 outta 25!!)
Me: Wow, nice! Tab bhi mere satra-athaara hi aate the. =D (wow.. nice! Even then, I used to get around 17-18 only)
Her: Mereko dekho, itni chhoti hoke bhi itne ache marks le aati hun. Aap bhi na! (Look at me! I’m so young, still I get such good marks! And you..!)

I was starting to get irritated by then

Me: Yeah, whatever.

And thankfully, we reached school by then.

So, the kid hadn’t finished the conversation, apparently, cos in the afternoon, she finds a seat right opposite mine and shes like..

Her: didi!
Me: Hey =)
Her: toh.. aap kahan ke ho? (so.. where are you from?)
Me: [I told her]
Her: Ohh. Aapke papa kya karte hain? (Oh. So, what does yer dad do?)
Me: Pata nahi. Jaan-ne ki koshish bhi ni ki hai. :/ (I don’t know. I never tried to know, u know)
Her: Ohh. Aapki mummy bhi kaam karti hain kya? (Ohh. Does yer mum work too?)
Me: Uhh.. kya?? :| (Umm.. WHAT?)
Her: aapke papa ghar kab aate hain? (When does yer dad come back home?)
Me:*laughs*.. KYUN? (WHY?)
Her: [she was deaf, I SWEAR!] Aapke marks achhe hi nahi aate kya kabhi? (Don’t you good marks, like, ever?)
Me: Umm. Aap yeh sab pooch hi kyun rahe ho? (umm.. why ARE are you asking me all this?)
Her: Bas, aise hi. Bore ho rahi thi!! (Just like that! I was getting bored!!)
Me: uhh.
Me (aside) Aajkal ke bachhe saare nerds hain. Weird. :/ (Todays kids are all nerds. Weird)


And then, THANKFULLY, it was her stop and I hurriedly said bye. My friends had been watching and they were like, why do you even RESPOND? Just ignore her and she’ll get the point. And I’m like.. but.. that’s not fair. xD

Haha. Some kids sure are weird as hell. =D
I just hope she doesn’t bug me TOMORROW! :O

A frog or an alien?

You know, long ago, my mum got me rubber bands. Yes, rubber bands. And I never wore them cos there were two frogs made on each one of them, which wasn’t something I really liked.

So, one fine day, I ran outta rubber bands and I HAD to wear the frog-rubber band. So, I just made a normal pony tail and went to my friend’s house. And my friend immediately notices my rubber band and this is the conversation that takes place.. =D
Her: Whats that alien-like thing yer wearing?
Me: I ran outta rubberbands. I HAD to wear this one.
Her: But.. what IS it?
Me: It’s a frog, apparently. There were 5 different colours, though!
Her: Nahi. It looks like an alien to me.. with those EYES. :o
Me: Nahi NA! It’s a frog, believe you me, I have around a zillion rubber bands of the same type at home.
Her: No way. It IS an alien.

And we were arguing whether it was an alien or a frog... :\

So, YOU tell me. Is this an alien or a frog? =D

Dal ke Pakode. =D

Yes, the title explains it all. And the pic (you'll see it). Heh. This was on one of the Durga Puja days. There were four of us and we were pretty hungry. So, we all pooled in our money and guess how much we got? TEN rupees? I mean, we were COMPLETELY kangaal.. sigh. =D
I’m not really sad about that, I mean, who cares? We still got a plate full of dal ke pakode (or is it pakoRe?) with those ten rupees. =D

So, this was the plate of Dal ke Pakode we got.

Infact, we had to take a token for giving the order thing and I was like.. “wo jo cheez hai na udhar, I want that, please” and the guy started laughing, and he was like, dal ke pakode? =) And I’m like, yes, THAT!

Heh. So, yeah, that’s about it, but isn’t it funny? There were 6 pieces. Two each. I still love the small things in life. =)

~ Mmm. They were DELICIOUS. =)

The SurdKid.

So, while coming back from school, we normally stand in the bus, remember? And apparently, the bus monitors change every week, so this week, instead of that weird little kid, there was a SurdKid. And hey, I don’t mean ANY offence by SurdKid, I mean, I call him that cos he’s so cute with that pagri thing! =)
So, the kid was talking to the teacher, and the teacher, being a nice soul, tells him to ask us politely to sit down. So the kid comes to us and he says so. He’s like.. “deeeedeeee.. please baith jao”
And the kid had to TOTLALY crane his neck, and, er, head upwards cos he was RALLY short. So, there were 4 of us and 2 of us sat down just to be nice to the little kid. I mean, he was nicer to us than that other stupid little kid who was just plain rude AND mean.
So, afterward, the kid goes back because there’re still two people standing and he goes to the teacher again and he comes again, looking more confident. He’s like, please baith jao.. and I’m like, mera to stop aane hi waala hai. But then, hesSUCH a cute kid (aww) that I couldn’t help myself. I was like, chhod na, this kid is so nice, lets just sit down and I sat down. SO did the other person who had been standing with me. Aww. =)

I wonder why I’m aww-ing at this myself. So well, I came back home all happy happy. Yay.

~Aren’t some kids nice? And some kids are just plain mean, but still. The SurdKid is sucha niceheart. I hope he gets loads of candies. =)


psst.. Payal got outta BigBoss!! YAYYY! =)
I'm just SO happy. Such a fake-ster, she is! :|

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! =) =)

Who cares?

That’s TEH one phrase I keep saying all the time. It’s like.. “do you want some juice?” and I’ll be like, “Yeah sure, who cares?”

See. I know it sounds VERY retarded, but I Cant help it. IT just comes outta my mouth. I used to say “whatever” RIGHT after K3G released. Heh. Remember, Kareena and her whatevers? =D


Not just when it comes to, well, food. ANYTHING. Like, “have you don’t the homework?” and I’ll be like, “nope. Who cares?”

My friend commented on this “who cares” thingy once. We were talking about my other friends crush and about how HE has a gf and.. it’s a long story. But then, I was lie, “he has a gf, he doesn’t have a gf. Who cares?” and my friend was like “[insert the other friends name] cares!! She wants you to find out!” and I’ll be like, “yawm, who cares?”

Well, okay, no more ‘who cares’ examples, but, like, I’ll go sleep now. Who cares? xD

A Lot more teaching.

So, when the kids came on Friday (or was it a Saturday?), they asked me If I Could teach them math too. I agreed, except that their math book is in HINDI. I mean, I can read hindi but I Don’t know what Linear Equations or Ratios would be called in Hindi. So I had to decline and well, I continued with the English thing.

So, our next lesson was that of this one miser and all his gold. I read the chapter, para by para and made thm repeat after me. They need to correct their pronunciations. I don’t know if I’ll be able to actually improve their English, but I DO know that they’ll atleast develop a habit of, hmm, studying English.
So, I told them that I’d take the dictation thingy the next day, from fourteen words that were given at the end of the chapter.
The next day, they REMINDED me (how cute!) that I had to take a dictation. They fared pretty poorly, even thought they’d tried hard.

Ater that, we read a poem whose name I don’t remember and it was by Sarojini Naidu. It was basically about “O ye Merchants, you sell silverware” and all. It was nice. I had a hard time explaining the whole thingy. :s
And, well, lets see.. I made them underline words like ‘dagger’ and ‘azure’ and then I asked them to practice all those by writing cos I was going to take another dictation the next time. AND, guess what? The next time is a LOT of days away – the kids are bengali’s, so they asked if they could come after the 10th. So now, they’re coming on 9th morning or 10th evening. Which suits me pretty fine. I’m happy as long as they get their lessons. =)

Anyway, okay, there was this one funny convo with a vodafone customer care guy but more about that in the next post… :)

(Oh, wait, actually, I think I posted that one by cutting and pasting so, yeah, its the post BELOW this one xD)

~Haffun. And hey, thanks to all those who commented on the last post. I really loved it, you guys. :)

How Mr. Sadigh’s speech ‘inspired’ me :)

So, I guess this is like, contd. =D

So, well, later, the same day (friday, d’uh!), we had our literacy club discussion. So, over there, we decided that we’d try and teach a poor kid in our locality, like, once or twice every week. I REALLY liked the idea, plus, I waqs enthusiastic as hell cos I knew Ic ouldnt volunteer for TEACHFORAMERICA.. cos they take only college (top) graduates. :[

So, I started wondering as to where I’d find a poor kid. No, wait, correction: A lesser privileged kid.
So, I didn’t find one, I found TWO of them! :]

Umm, you see, whenever I wait for my bus in the mornings, I see these two kids on the cycle with their dad, in their school uniforms and all. So I found out where they live and approached their parents. They agreed. I mean, I asked them if I could teach their kids angrezi and all and I talked a bit about how I just wanted to help, etc etc.

Well, so the kids came to my house on Sunday. At 9 in the morning. And, well, I taught them English.
And that’s when I realized something too..
Teaching is friggin’ hard!
Jeez. They came on Monday too, but I think the class on Monday was WAY better than that of Sunday.. I mean, I had to explain every line in hindi.. which is a pretty tough task..
Nevertheless, I enjoyed it. And they’re coming again on the 3rd.. which is Friday, or Saturday, I think.

Yay.

Well, this is ONE post I really want comments on.. I mean, just normal feedback. =)

Thank you.

P.S.: I spoke in the morning assembly today about Ramadan. Isnt that just great? I wish my mum and dad were present in the assembly. I think they’d have gotten their basic lessons on respecting and tolerating other religions, etc. :]

That one guy called Keyvan Sadigh.. heh.

So, like, on Friday, September 26, this one guy called Keyvan Sadigh came to my school to speak on “Volunteerism”.
But hey, I really liked the guy and the PURPOSE of his visit, so I’m going to be really respectful and call him Mr. Sadigh. =)

Well, before we proceed.. I’d like to say a word or two (or maybe a lot more) about Mr. Sadigh’s physical features (and some other attributes too)…
He was tall. AND he had a goatee (or was it a French beard?), and he was wearing this white t-shirt. His bag was probably the only thing I’ve wanted my entire life, but anyways, I’ll go backpack-shopping soon enough, no worries. Yeah, his bag was REALLY nice. Or is it called a backpack? And heh, I think he was wearing black jeans with it.. or maybe black pants or something. Navy blue.. some dark kind, THAT I know. Well, he was REALLY friendly, and he has a Really nice smile. Heh. INFACT, he looks like a relative of this one classmate (she’s got a REALLY fair face and red, no, pink cheeks too).

Hmm, so basically, the purpose of his visit was to, well, enlighten us? About volunteerism, and about this new programme called TEACHFORINDIA. About how our country needs great teachers who can make a difference in these children’s lives and all. I mean, to tell the truth, I don’t think I actually GOT what he was trying to convey. But well, atleast I was motivated. I’ll get back to, erm, you (the reader, yes?) later about that.
And he had a strong American accent AND hes a GREAT orator. He works at Google (I MUST say.. WOW!). And hey, Mister Google (is there even one?), I mean mister CEO guy or whoever (no, I don’t read newspapers).. yer employee compared Google to an Amusement Park. Isn’t that just AMAZINGLY sweet? I mean, I haven’t seen anyone SO much happy and satisfied with their work. Hats off to you, Mr. Sadigh, and Google probably ROCKS so, well, I’m sad that I didn’t take up science (TILL now xD)
So okay, his speech was about this one programme he’d worked for before joining google…
Umm, u see.. the TOP students from some of the BEST universities.. like Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Radcliffe, etc.. were called upon to be a part of a programme called TEACHFORAMERICA (Teach For America), for 2 years. Now, these students, (graduates, actually) were supposed to spend two years teaching full time at some of the schools (public) in the poorest districts of the state. I mean, whichever state. I think he said Philadelphia, but I have no idea, to tell the truth. OR California, maybe? Jeez. Whats the difference? Which ones a city and which ones a state? :\
So anyways, the kids there were basically African-American, Caucasian, Mexican (erm, whats the term?), etc. And these college-students, they were supposed to stick around and NOT walk out just cos the kids swore at the teacher or maybe threw, like, rotten tomatoes at him/her.
Well, he gave a speech on whatever I mentioned above.. and he compared his privileged lifestyle to that of the poor kids, who have More on their minds than getting good grades, etc.
But okay, lets face his.. his speech was REALLY good. But the response was not as good. I myself was unable to ask any questions, but then I don’t really interact in a large gathering, I guess.
Uhmm.. well, his speech definitely motivated me, as I’d mentioned sometime ago. Can I tell u guys ago it later? Like, I gotta go now. Its bed-time. =D :]

~Nighty night. I’m sleepy as hell. *yawn yawn*