# 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!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
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.
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.
Monday, March 06, 2006
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.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Diary of a young girl
My preps were alright, although, I had started at 5:00 P.M and had stretched it upto 12:00 A.M in the night, (obviously which enormously leisurely breaks in the middle) which was when I decided 7 hours is too long for about 14 experiments. But even then I hadn’t got it firmly in my head, I couldn’t relate to the picture of the apparatus in my head the stuff I was reading about.
I stayed up till 2:00 A.M. doing this and that, and then went on the net (again). I’m telling you, this is addiction, if anything is.
I languished for about 40 mins, eM’d got a tattoo, inkblot’d written many love songs – some of which are so, so poignant; if I was still bitter about the past, I’d be crying buckets now.
Anyway, I finally got around to sleeping at 3:00 A.M, and I wasn’t anxious about waking up, for I’d had a pretty relaxed day and was well fed and rested. I had my physics final laboratory exam at 9:00 A.M, which gave me about 3-4 hours of sleep.
I asked my sister to wake me up, and blissfully dreamt away.
7:03 A.M
Dad: You’re supposed to have an exam today aren’t you? What’re you still doing in bed?
Me: (wrapping the sheets a little closer round myself) yeah, Aisha said she’ll wake me up. Leave me alone
***Blurry dreams***
8:35 A.M
Mom: What time is your exam Nia? (Nia: her nick for me)
Me: It’s at 9, lemme be. I didn’t sleep well last night.
Mom: (sharp gasp) What? Its 8:40!
Me: What the..? (And I could just stop myself from saying the f--- word)
***Blurry reality***
8:55 A.M
I got sis to drop me, I was a bloody wreck by the time I got to college.
I did a bit of pretentious, shoddy revision, y’know, the kind where nothing really goes into your head, but it seems to calm your psyche a little?
9:15 A.M
Teacher: You picked the tangent galvanometer, go over to table 3.
9:45 A.M
Thankfully, this was one experiment I’d actually enjoyed working, so I knew it pretty well. I had the formulae, the procedure, the circuit diagram and the tabular columns all drawn up and ready.
I got it checked by the external examiner who gave me a glance and asked me to write neatly.
I trudged back to my table to make the circuit connections and perform the experiment, and in five minutes I began to black out, and come back.
My white knuckles held on to the bar below the table for dear support; I was shaking, sweating, inexplicable things were happening to me. I shut my eyes for one long minute, and held the coil of the T.G in my hands to align the pointer needle.
And I fell on it. No typo. I fell on the coil.
The EE was standing nearby, and he got the lab attendant to sit me down, and give me some water. I actually thought the bottle of water was heavy! By this time I was sweating profusely, and getting the faintly feeling. It’s this thing when you feel sleep is so overpowering you just cannot care about anything else. I just wanted to curl up and snore right there.
The EE told me to take my time and be calm, he told me not to worry or get too tensed. I yawned at him.
In my head, I was teetering between telling the teacher I just wanted to go home, or doing the experiment and heroically triumphing at it. The egotist in me finally took the latter option.
So after about 10 minutes of sitting, drinking water, and watching other people do their experiments and look over their shoulders at me from time to time, I stood up to turn on the switch and record the ammeter readings.
I felt the barf rise up from my stomach. I desperately looked around for a sink, found one, ran to it, and threw up massively. I threw up for 2 minutes straight. The lone chocolate I’d had the night before seemed to have made its exeunt. I hadn’t eaten anything since 2:00 the previous night.
But puking made all the difference. I felt much better, cleaner (don’t ask how), and fitter. Less faintly. I got the logarithm table, did my experiment, recorded the values, and got some fuckall value I didn’t even care to verify.
I submitted my paper, barely had the energy to walk down the stairs even. I met this girl I’d once bought lunch for. I went up to her and asked her to take me home, no questions nothing. Not even a hi.
She did take me home (Bless her!)
And I dragged my feet to my room, flopped down on the bed, and slept for an hour.
Since then, I’ve been doing nothing but talk about it; right now I’m typing it. And I’m getting people to do stuff for me for pauvre moi is sick.
Me (with bambi eyes): I wanted the Appy fizz if you’re going toward the supermarket…
Bam! A bottle of Appy fizz in the fridge!
I stayed up till 2:00 A.M. doing this and that, and then went on the net (again). I’m telling you, this is addiction, if anything is.
I languished for about 40 mins, eM’d got a tattoo, inkblot’d written many love songs – some of which are so, so poignant; if I was still bitter about the past, I’d be crying buckets now.
Anyway, I finally got around to sleeping at 3:00 A.M, and I wasn’t anxious about waking up, for I’d had a pretty relaxed day and was well fed and rested. I had my physics final laboratory exam at 9:00 A.M, which gave me about 3-4 hours of sleep.
I asked my sister to wake me up, and blissfully dreamt away.
7:03 A.M
Dad: You’re supposed to have an exam today aren’t you? What’re you still doing in bed?
Me: (wrapping the sheets a little closer round myself) yeah, Aisha said she’ll wake me up. Leave me alone
***Blurry dreams***
8:35 A.M
Mom: What time is your exam Nia? (Nia: her nick for me)
Me: It’s at 9, lemme be. I didn’t sleep well last night.
Mom: (sharp gasp) What? Its 8:40!
Me: What the..? (And I could just stop myself from saying the f--- word)
***Blurry reality***
8:55 A.M
I got sis to drop me, I was a bloody wreck by the time I got to college.
I did a bit of pretentious, shoddy revision, y’know, the kind where nothing really goes into your head, but it seems to calm your psyche a little?
9:15 A.M
Teacher: You picked the tangent galvanometer, go over to table 3.
9:45 A.M
Thankfully, this was one experiment I’d actually enjoyed working, so I knew it pretty well. I had the formulae, the procedure, the circuit diagram and the tabular columns all drawn up and ready.
I got it checked by the external examiner who gave me a glance and asked me to write neatly.
I trudged back to my table to make the circuit connections and perform the experiment, and in five minutes I began to black out, and come back.
My white knuckles held on to the bar below the table for dear support; I was shaking, sweating, inexplicable things were happening to me. I shut my eyes for one long minute, and held the coil of the T.G in my hands to align the pointer needle.
And I fell on it. No typo. I fell on the coil.
The EE was standing nearby, and he got the lab attendant to sit me down, and give me some water. I actually thought the bottle of water was heavy! By this time I was sweating profusely, and getting the faintly feeling. It’s this thing when you feel sleep is so overpowering you just cannot care about anything else. I just wanted to curl up and snore right there.
The EE told me to take my time and be calm, he told me not to worry or get too tensed. I yawned at him.
In my head, I was teetering between telling the teacher I just wanted to go home, or doing the experiment and heroically triumphing at it. The egotist in me finally took the latter option.
So after about 10 minutes of sitting, drinking water, and watching other people do their experiments and look over their shoulders at me from time to time, I stood up to turn on the switch and record the ammeter readings.
I felt the barf rise up from my stomach. I desperately looked around for a sink, found one, ran to it, and threw up massively. I threw up for 2 minutes straight. The lone chocolate I’d had the night before seemed to have made its exeunt. I hadn’t eaten anything since 2:00 the previous night.
But puking made all the difference. I felt much better, cleaner (don’t ask how), and fitter. Less faintly. I got the logarithm table, did my experiment, recorded the values, and got some fuckall value I didn’t even care to verify.
I submitted my paper, barely had the energy to walk down the stairs even. I met this girl I’d once bought lunch for. I went up to her and asked her to take me home, no questions nothing. Not even a hi.
She did take me home (Bless her!)
And I dragged my feet to my room, flopped down on the bed, and slept for an hour.
Since then, I’ve been doing nothing but talk about it; right now I’m typing it. And I’m getting people to do stuff for me for pauvre moi is sick.
Me (with bambi eyes): I wanted the Appy fizz if you’re going toward the supermarket…
Bam! A bottle of Appy fizz in the fridge!
Me: Can you get me some ice-cream? I’ve been feeling a little woozy, I think I need to cool my system (whatever that means!)
(Well, that’s pending. Sis isn’t back home yet. But I’m so gonna get it)
Parting shot: Turns out the value I got was right. So I rock! But not so much, my habits suck.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
The rebel without a cause
17.
Friggin' old.
Although,
the thing that does matter,
Is the thing inside me
which is what my blog is all about.
one more year before I can take a car out, run over all the people that piss me off, and then drive off a cliff, and fall off an endless abyss.
Maybe like James Dean.
Maybe burning out is better than fading away.. yeah. (Thanks, Mr.Young. Forever Indebted)
peace out.
Friggin' old.
Although,
the thing that does matter,
Is the thing inside me
which is what my blog is all about.
one more year before I can take a car out, run over all the people that piss me off, and then drive off a cliff, and fall off an endless abyss.
Maybe like James Dean.
Maybe burning out is better than fading away.. yeah. (Thanks, Mr.Young. Forever Indebted)
peace out.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
One of them now
I’m one of them now.
I feel stark sorrow and joy.
I talk in decipherable terms;
I’m civil, I wonder of harmless happenings
I have chained my neurons
To the mundane textbooks of today
I speak of winning, as if there is only one way
I dare not, of a path untrodden.
It pains me deepest, the thought that the switch
May be permanent, not sth guided by will
Become something I can settle for, be calmer with.
I used to wander, free, unbridled.
I would laugh, and cry, and my eyes would round
At the death of innocence
I have a pace, a path now. Did I ask for this?
Or did I not, and was it thrust?
Sadly, I may never know.
Much more sadly, even, I may never seek it.
Monday, January 23, 2006
I think, therefore I am single
Yes, I know I haven't blogged in a while. But like you care, you know?
Nobody cares.
I'm all alone in this dark and dingy soulless world.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
k. moment's over.
Thing is, I'm blogging also, under this new URL - being on the law website. Its really cool. Called Lysergic Acid Diethylamide
5 points for those of you who can correctly tell me what Lysergic Acid Diethylamide is, and which are the two awesome bands they can be associated with.
All for now.
G'day!
Edit: It is nice to have someone to talk to, 's all am saying.
Weird coming from me, but I hope everyone finds love.
Nobody cares.
I'm all alone in this dark and dingy soulless world.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
k. moment's over.
Thing is, I'm blogging also, under this new URL - being on the law website. Its really cool. Called Lysergic Acid Diethylamide
5 points for those of you who can correctly tell me what Lysergic Acid Diethylamide is, and which are the two awesome bands they can be associated with.
All for now.
G'day!
Edit: It is nice to have someone to talk to, 's all am saying.
Weird coming from me, but I hope everyone finds love.
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