What makes luna tick?

# This thing I saw on TeeVee,
Rani Mukherjee, in her attempt to kick off a bollywood dictionary - thinks Chevrolet is 'mindblasting'.
I thought self righteous suicide was restricted to Chop Suey.

# A tryst with the Law.
Not the law school kind. A different kind. Would like to go into the nuances, but as soon as I put my mind to typing, my fingers get cramps and simply refuse to do so.
So the gist. Sister and I, wild mood, Dad is at granny's place - we leave mom alone at home and take the car out at 1:45 A.M, pick up her friend even, and go around ring road until about 2:30 and then stop at a place. Put on some music and chit-chat. Battery gets low, beat gurkhas come by - enquire. We try starting the car, but it won't. They find it suspicious - notify the police, who come by as well. They talk to us, freak us out completely, and raise thick, bushy eyebrows at two attractive (a-hem!) (I assure you, even in person, you would not disagree) girls with guy. To top it all, friend of sister's gets brilliant idea of not sticking to truth but making up obscure story. So we do. And get caught in our own web. Tension is cuttable with knife. Time: 3:00 A.M. Finally, after a whole lotta pleading, and of course, the truth (which I was resolute on telling from the start, but somewhere around that time, the cat got my tongue) big burly police guy gets our car starting and escorts us home.
Major and heavy emotion abound at home. I feel rather stupid about myself.
Good memory to talk about on lonely fridays with old friends over a cuppa joe.

#Three movies over two days during twelfth boards
Rumor has it - Three words. No not 'Rumor has it', 'Don't watch it'.
Don't ever. In fact, i'll even spoil it for you. Girl suspicious of her roots, goes in hunt of her real father, who, turns out has slept with her mother and gramma. She sleeps with him too.
Yecch.
Oh, by the by, thankfully, he's not her real father. He can't have kids.
15 Park Avenue - Made me wonder when movies began being thought-provoking again. A refreshing change from the candy-floss crap populating the silver screen. A depressing feel of course. But poignant, and I find Konkona Sensharma's acting particularly commendable. Real movie. Very, very real. Which is why the closing is suspended abruptly. From what I made of it, the end was brilliant. But you go watch it, if you haven't.
By the way, little geography tid-bits from the movie - Park Avenue's in NY city, Palm Avenue's in Kol, Park Road is in Kol.
The Accused - Jodie Foster, good actress. Caught eye while surfing because of court scene. Good one again. About gang rape and stuff.

# Blogging during Boards!

eugh. So, I was tagged

aargh. i've been tagged. aargh. Pika, one day, one day i'll get you.

here goes my list:
oh btw, i won't be able to tag 8 people. the number of people that visit my blog is usually >1 but <2.>
1: It's a HE. In moments of drunken stupor, it could also be a she. But those are just some moments.
2: He should be very intelligent. Someone that knows, is aware, and can knock the socks off stupid jerks with just his words.
3: He should be passionate. His choice of work, even his hobbies. Passion invokes a kind of caring. Plus, goes without saying, he should be passionate about me.
4: Should love me for who I am (yada, yada) what I do, I should be very, very, very comfortable in my skin around him. We should be great, if not best, buddies.
5: Wear spectacles. (That is such an amazing turn-on for me) Must smell good. And have this awwwwesome voice. (That's turn-on no.2)
6: Loves travelling, music, must be a voracious reader, an excellent debator, someone that can defeat me, but please oh please not too easily. (Don't be surprised if i end up with someone in Law School on these very accounts)
Good dancer, interest in drama and playing a music instrument is a huuuge plus point.
7: Should keep me in splits. That's the only way to deal with a sourpuss like me. Just the right amount of humour, and cocky silliness is an adorable mix.
8: Freedom. That's what we both should hopelessly believe in. And trust, care, love, beauty follows.

Did i miss anything? Doubt it.
Oh, this wouldn't be a criterion, but no harm asking for a good kisser, non?

Rules:
Rules of the game are …
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

wokay, monk, if you're reading this, do it.
Pika, you've already done it.
arka, you're not reading this are you?
B'lore guy: not too interested? I won't force you.
Ooh, yes Vikas and Starrgazerr - do take the time.

and february made me shiver...

That's a picture of my first ciggie. I tried it on my birthday, b'day post can be traced back to February 12th.
It was stupid, and fuzzy and horrible. I don't wanna do it again. At least for a long time.
Today, went out with Nick and got drunk, on a beer.
It was nice, I let go for once, y'know? Nick is one person I can trust totally. We actually came close to doing something couply twice. Once near the golf course, and once on the way back, on a deserted road where he (a-hem) got down to pee.
Not that we're attracted to each other or anything. Just that we were both being silly, and silly felt like the way to go. OH, btw, the reason I went out and got drunk was to celebrate my entry into NUJS!!!
I got the 23rd rank, but not officially, 28th serial number on the list. I got the eleventh highest score, 125 on 180.
The Boy called and told me. Oh, if i haven't notified my blogpals yet, boy and I are talking. Like things are hunky-dory. Not relationship hunky-dory, but friend hunky-dory.
So, today's happy day for me.
I'm feeling all light and breezy. So don't expect feeling or sense from me.
I'm just soooo ummm...
had Tropicana's guava juice, and even cheese chilly toast at P-X.
Getting fat. But still so light.
Blithe spirit.
Fly forever, bad girl.