Today is my uncle's engagement. Small family affair (thank god; I'm not a big fan of huge gatherings where relatives you've never met before ask you amazingly personal questions with straight faces) at his fiancee's place.
The way they met is pretty cool. And a tad filmy. My uncle has been learning salsa for about 3 years now. His fiancee joined the same place some months back, and as they say, the rest was history.(For the record, I learnt salsa at the same place for a couple of months, and I didn't get to meet any cute guys, except for one of the instructors who was already engaged to another instructor. And I think they're married now. And all this is irrelevant so I'm going to stop.)
Aah, i can totally see it. They dance with each other, and fall in love in the process.....
Which reminds me, do check out the video I'm putting up. It's a song called Suzanne by Leonard Cohen, and it's a beautiful song. Very mushy, but beautiful nonetheless. And wonderfully romantic. Evidently, I'm in a very violins-in-the-background-blue-skies-birds-chirping kind of a mood right now.
And this isn't exactly the best time for that, seeing how the godforsaken exams are practically here. And also for various other reasons.
Had a funny dream last night. Which has made me realize something, and that something has messed me up in my head. First time a dream has worried me. I need help.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Rose Tinted Glasses
Thursday, March 22, 2007
I'm Too Sleepy To Think Of a CLever Title
Well firstly, the series of 'creepy guy' stories was quite unintentionally done. Lol. And also, those aren't the only kind of guys I bump into(thank goodness) but it's more fun writing about them! They sure as hell make for interesting reading. The "Crossroads" incident happened in December. Had wanted to write about it for quite a while. But it was sooo frikkin' long that I kept putting it off.
Of course, technically speaking I shouldn't have all the time in the world right now, what with the f*&%$#@ exams breathing down my neck. But somehow, this is when the urge to blog has hit me hard. I mean, c'mon, this is the 8th entry of the month, and there's still about a week left!! When have I ever done more than 5(5 is probably the maximum, I average around 4 i think) in a month, epitome of laziness that I am. Need some serious re-prioritisation(yeah I know, I made it up okay? leave me alone!).
Oh before I forget, take a look at the sequel to the previous entry here.
Have the awful feeling that I might not exactly ace the exams. But unfortunately that awful feeling is not strong enough to make me want to study. Damn!
Can't study this weekend coz it's my uncle's engagement on Sunday and a pre-engagement lunch(whatever that means) on Saturday. And I'm not exactly complaining. :-D
Anyway, right now I'm sleepy and hungry and need to pretend to study(solely for my own satisfaction; as long as I have the readings in my hand, I can daydream as much as I want and not feel guilty) so I'm off.
Until next time(and the wait won't be too long, seeing how I've developed this almost obsessive love for blogging), goodbye.
Of course, technically speaking I shouldn't have all the time in the world right now, what with the f*&%$#@ exams breathing down my neck. But somehow, this is when the urge to blog has hit me hard. I mean, c'mon, this is the 8th entry of the month, and there's still about a week left!! When have I ever done more than 5(5 is probably the maximum, I average around 4 i think) in a month, epitome of laziness that I am. Need some serious re-prioritisation(yeah I know, I made it up okay? leave me alone!).
Oh before I forget, take a look at the sequel to the previous entry here.
Have the awful feeling that I might not exactly ace the exams. But unfortunately that awful feeling is not strong enough to make me want to study. Damn!
Can't study this weekend coz it's my uncle's engagement on Sunday and a pre-engagement lunch(whatever that means) on Saturday. And I'm not exactly complaining. :-D
Anyway, right now I'm sleepy and hungry and need to pretend to study(solely for my own satisfaction; as long as I have the readings in my hand, I can daydream as much as I want and not feel guilty) so I'm off.
Until next time(and the wait won't be too long, seeing how I've developed this almost obsessive love for blogging), goodbye.
Collected Short Stories by MeMyself_n_I : Part V
Read this only if you have a lot of time on your hands, coz it's quite a longish post(actually longish is an understatement, it's mindnumbingly lengthy).
Story 6 : The one where the ironies of life are revealed.
Chapter I
It’s the 3rd day of “Crossroads’, my college fest. The ‘War of the DJs’ has ended prematurely, thanks to a bunch of DUSU hooligans, and also some guys from the Hindu union (take a look here if you don’t know what I’m talking about). It’s only nine-thirty, and the fest is over for the night. Arpita has quite enjoyed herself, as have I. But the excitement has proved to be a bit too much for some of the girls, who are at their screechy best.
The boys tell us that it’s best to leave, as there might be more trouble. So a few of us head to Nirula’s, as the action has left us quite hungry. The roads are surprisingly empty, so a couple of girls amongst us aren’t feeling too happy, especially since we had decided to walk. Arpita, Anisha and I are feeling quite chirpy, and the jeep full of drunk guys only adds to our joie de vivre.
We reach Nirula’s and Arpita and I decide to share a hot chocolate fudge. After we’ve placed our orders, we realize that it’s almost ten. And that is when it strikes me that the last metro leaves at 10:12 pm. We say our goodbyes hurriedly, snatch the hot chocolate fudge from the counter-guy and start running. Somehow, there are no rickshaws around that night. Arpita is mumbling curses under her breath, and I am yelling out profanities to the world at large. We reach the metro station, out of breath and majorly pissed. The fact that I am forced to throw away the hot chocolate fudge (this incident has been mentioned here also) does nothing to elevate my mood.
I have a metro smartcard, but Arpita doesn’t. The length of the line at the ticket counter is highly worrying. While Arpita is standing in line, I look around for some person who’s already in the line, and looks nice enough to buy a ticket for her. Spot this quiet looking guy, and go ask him if he would mind buying a ticket to Central Secretariat for us. He agrees.
Here begins the confusion. None of us have any change. All three of us, this guy, Arpita and me, have only hundred rupee notes. It would be real silly to offer 2 hundred rupee notes for two tickets worth Rs 20 in grand total. So this guy buys Arpita’s ticket also.
Arpita does not feel too happy about this, and starts rummaging around in her bag for change. She manages to find 2 five rupee coins and proceeds to hand them over to the guy. This guy vociferously refuses to accept the money. Seeing how there’s nothing to be done, we start walking (well running actually, since we had about 30 seconds left to catch the metro).
This guy suddenly decides to strike up a conversation with us (read Arpita; he was quite charmed by her), which does not please us too much. But since he did buy Arpita’s ticket, we have to be civil to him. He happens to mention that his office is in Kamla Nagar and we should drop in sometime……..
We reach home at eleven thirty after a lovely day, tired, at peace with the world.
Chapter II
It’s the end of the 4th and last day of ‘Crossroads’. Arpita, Anuja and I are walking towards the metro station, well in time since Arpita’s mum has given her specific instructions to be at Central Secretariat by ten. We are telling Anuja about the previous night’s incident, and how it’ll be so extremely funny if we run into the same guy today.
You know what they say about tempting fate right? Yup, we run into the same guy. Arpita and I smile weakly at him, and then Arpita and Anuja go to buy their tickets. While I’m waiting for them, this guy, for some, reason, decides to give me company.
Suddenly, he tells me that his office has shifted. I nod, while silently wondering what in heaven’s name is Arpita doing for so bloody long. Then he says, “Why don’t you take my phone number, in case you need to contact me sometime?”
I’m a little slow on the uptake, so I can’t really figure out why I would need to ‘contact him’, so to speak. But since he’s looking at me expectantly, I take out my phone and save his number. He still hangs around for a while, which is when it strikes me that he probably expects me to give him my number too, seeing how things like these are mutual.
Now obviously, I DON’T want to give him my number, and a heave a sigh of relief when Arpita comes back. The guy probably wants to try his luck with her now, but decides to back off when he sees the look on Anuja’s face.
Arpita and Anuja practically roll around on the floor of the metro with laughter when I tell them what just transpired.
If you’re still awake, you’re probably wondering what the point of such an amazingly lengthy story was. I mean, c’mon there’s got to be a point!
Well the point is, the last metro does not leave at 10:12 pm. It actually leaves at 10:50 pm.
‘Ironical’, do I hear you say?
Story 6 : The one where the ironies of life are revealed.
Chapter I
It’s the 3rd day of “Crossroads’, my college fest. The ‘War of the DJs’ has ended prematurely, thanks to a bunch of DUSU hooligans, and also some guys from the Hindu union (take a look here if you don’t know what I’m talking about). It’s only nine-thirty, and the fest is over for the night. Arpita has quite enjoyed herself, as have I. But the excitement has proved to be a bit too much for some of the girls, who are at their screechy best.
The boys tell us that it’s best to leave, as there might be more trouble. So a few of us head to Nirula’s, as the action has left us quite hungry. The roads are surprisingly empty, so a couple of girls amongst us aren’t feeling too happy, especially since we had decided to walk. Arpita, Anisha and I are feeling quite chirpy, and the jeep full of drunk guys only adds to our joie de vivre.
We reach Nirula’s and Arpita and I decide to share a hot chocolate fudge. After we’ve placed our orders, we realize that it’s almost ten. And that is when it strikes me that the last metro leaves at 10:12 pm. We say our goodbyes hurriedly, snatch the hot chocolate fudge from the counter-guy and start running. Somehow, there are no rickshaws around that night. Arpita is mumbling curses under her breath, and I am yelling out profanities to the world at large. We reach the metro station, out of breath and majorly pissed. The fact that I am forced to throw away the hot chocolate fudge (this incident has been mentioned here also) does nothing to elevate my mood.
I have a metro smartcard, but Arpita doesn’t. The length of the line at the ticket counter is highly worrying. While Arpita is standing in line, I look around for some person who’s already in the line, and looks nice enough to buy a ticket for her. Spot this quiet looking guy, and go ask him if he would mind buying a ticket to Central Secretariat for us. He agrees.
Here begins the confusion. None of us have any change. All three of us, this guy, Arpita and me, have only hundred rupee notes. It would be real silly to offer 2 hundred rupee notes for two tickets worth Rs 20 in grand total. So this guy buys Arpita’s ticket also.
Arpita does not feel too happy about this, and starts rummaging around in her bag for change. She manages to find 2 five rupee coins and proceeds to hand them over to the guy. This guy vociferously refuses to accept the money. Seeing how there’s nothing to be done, we start walking (well running actually, since we had about 30 seconds left to catch the metro).
This guy suddenly decides to strike up a conversation with us (read Arpita; he was quite charmed by her), which does not please us too much. But since he did buy Arpita’s ticket, we have to be civil to him. He happens to mention that his office is in Kamla Nagar and we should drop in sometime……..
We reach home at eleven thirty after a lovely day, tired, at peace with the world.
Chapter II
It’s the end of the 4th and last day of ‘Crossroads’. Arpita, Anuja and I are walking towards the metro station, well in time since Arpita’s mum has given her specific instructions to be at Central Secretariat by ten. We are telling Anuja about the previous night’s incident, and how it’ll be so extremely funny if we run into the same guy today.
You know what they say about tempting fate right? Yup, we run into the same guy. Arpita and I smile weakly at him, and then Arpita and Anuja go to buy their tickets. While I’m waiting for them, this guy, for some, reason, decides to give me company.
Suddenly, he tells me that his office has shifted. I nod, while silently wondering what in heaven’s name is Arpita doing for so bloody long. Then he says, “Why don’t you take my phone number, in case you need to contact me sometime?”
I’m a little slow on the uptake, so I can’t really figure out why I would need to ‘contact him’, so to speak. But since he’s looking at me expectantly, I take out my phone and save his number. He still hangs around for a while, which is when it strikes me that he probably expects me to give him my number too, seeing how things like these are mutual.
Now obviously, I DON’T want to give him my number, and a heave a sigh of relief when Arpita comes back. The guy probably wants to try his luck with her now, but decides to back off when he sees the look on Anuja’s face.
Arpita and Anuja practically roll around on the floor of the metro with laughter when I tell them what just transpired.
If you’re still awake, you’re probably wondering what the point of such an amazingly lengthy story was. I mean, c’mon there’s got to be a point!
Well the point is, the last metro does not leave at 10:12 pm. It actually leaves at 10:50 pm.
‘Ironical’, do I hear you say?
Monday, March 19, 2007
When Life Pulls A Fast One On You
Wonder how exactly my life is so amazingly eventful. For instance, let's take today.
Bare facts first. Today was our college annual day. The president, Mr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam was supposed to come. I was real excited about seeing him.
Now the plan was, I’ll meet Nishita in CP, we'll have lunch, and then we'll head to college. But seeing how it's me, plans never ever work out.
I asked Nishita to meet me in front of Wengers. She was a little late, so I was standing there, probably looking highly bored. After some time, this other guy came and stood next to me, presumably to meet somebody. How wrong I was!!!
After a while, he asked me, "Are you waiting for someone?" When I replied in the affirmative, he seemed to gain confidence, and started asking me all about myself. He was very happy to learn that I’m from DU, and when I said I’m from SRCC, he informed me that he studied in KMC, and seemed to think that it was a great coincidence that I’m from SRCC while he was from KMC(don't ask me why....).
Then he proceeded to tell me what he'd done his post graduation in and how he was running his own business.... I nodded perfunctionarily, all the while frantically messaging Nishita to “hurry up coz this awfully creepy guy is chatting me up".
Seeing how this was not really grabbing my attention, he decided to throw caution to the wind and said, "I don't think you're friend is going to turn up, why don't you come with me to janpath and we'll grab something to eat?"
And that is when I freaked out. I mean, really and totally freaked out. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before so I had absolutely no idea as to how you're supposed to handle this kind of a situation. Still, I clearly told him that the prospect of lunching with him did not appeal to me one bit (well not in those words really, but words to that effect). That did not deter him at all (I’m assuming he's a pro at this, as he refused to take no for an answer).
I kept declining his attractive(not!!!) offer, even though he pointed out that I had nothing to worry about as he would be there....what he said was, and I quote here, "Aap itna darr kyon rahi hain? Main hoon naa!" and I came back with a very cutting, but completely ineffective, "Agar aapko jaana hai toh aap jaa sakte hain, main aapke saath nahi jaaoongi".
I was getting very very very worried and was mentally preparing myself to scream out loud when the guy decided to back off with a "are you sure aapko nahi jana?" I was so fucking relieved I almost laughed out loud in sheer happiness.
And that is when dear old Nishita makes her entrance.
Now I’m not one of those man-hating, slogan-shouting feminists. But it's men like these who make me think twice before taking a guy at face value. And it’s men like these who give the male species a bad name.
But that's not where the story ends.
After lunch (which was had at yummy KFC), we head for college. We have to walk from the metro station, as there are barricades all over the place. We see the convoy pass right in front of our eyes, complete with the bulletproofed windshields and the president's stretch limo and a huge number of cars all around it.
After they've entered SRCC, they let us through the barricades and we walk to college. Where we find out that the whole college has been sealed and nobody can enter and nobody can leave until the president leaves!
Talk about disappointment. And awful bad luck.
By the way, notice anything Aditya?
Bare facts first. Today was our college annual day. The president, Mr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam was supposed to come. I was real excited about seeing him.
Now the plan was, I’ll meet Nishita in CP, we'll have lunch, and then we'll head to college. But seeing how it's me, plans never ever work out.
I asked Nishita to meet me in front of Wengers. She was a little late, so I was standing there, probably looking highly bored. After some time, this other guy came and stood next to me, presumably to meet somebody. How wrong I was!!!
After a while, he asked me, "Are you waiting for someone?" When I replied in the affirmative, he seemed to gain confidence, and started asking me all about myself. He was very happy to learn that I’m from DU, and when I said I’m from SRCC, he informed me that he studied in KMC, and seemed to think that it was a great coincidence that I’m from SRCC while he was from KMC(don't ask me why....).
Then he proceeded to tell me what he'd done his post graduation in and how he was running his own business.... I nodded perfunctionarily, all the while frantically messaging Nishita to “hurry up coz this awfully creepy guy is chatting me up".
Seeing how this was not really grabbing my attention, he decided to throw caution to the wind and said, "I don't think you're friend is going to turn up, why don't you come with me to janpath and we'll grab something to eat?"
And that is when I freaked out. I mean, really and totally freaked out. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before so I had absolutely no idea as to how you're supposed to handle this kind of a situation. Still, I clearly told him that the prospect of lunching with him did not appeal to me one bit (well not in those words really, but words to that effect). That did not deter him at all (I’m assuming he's a pro at this, as he refused to take no for an answer).
I kept declining his attractive(not!!!) offer, even though he pointed out that I had nothing to worry about as he would be there....what he said was, and I quote here, "Aap itna darr kyon rahi hain? Main hoon naa!" and I came back with a very cutting, but completely ineffective, "Agar aapko jaana hai toh aap jaa sakte hain, main aapke saath nahi jaaoongi".
I was getting very very very worried and was mentally preparing myself to scream out loud when the guy decided to back off with a "are you sure aapko nahi jana?" I was so fucking relieved I almost laughed out loud in sheer happiness.
And that is when dear old Nishita makes her entrance.
Now I’m not one of those man-hating, slogan-shouting feminists. But it's men like these who make me think twice before taking a guy at face value. And it’s men like these who give the male species a bad name.
But that's not where the story ends.
After lunch (which was had at yummy KFC), we head for college. We have to walk from the metro station, as there are barricades all over the place. We see the convoy pass right in front of our eyes, complete with the bulletproofed windshields and the president's stretch limo and a huge number of cars all around it.
After they've entered SRCC, they let us through the barricades and we walk to college. Where we find out that the whole college has been sealed and nobody can enter and nobody can leave until the president leaves!
Talk about disappointment. And awful bad luck.
By the way, notice anything Aditya?
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Mindfucked
I'm annoyed. And Confused. And majorly pissed with some people.
And not so majorly pissed with some, but still majorly confused about them.
I am definitely highly pissed with myself for being so confused.
I have no idea what to do.
Help!
And not so majorly pissed with some, but still majorly confused about them.
I am definitely highly pissed with myself for being so confused.
I have no idea what to do.
Help!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Brain Damage
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
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Was watching season 4 of F.R.I.E.N.D.S last night. realised that F.R.I.E.N.D.S only manages to depress me now. damn.
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(the video which you're seeing isn't the original video of 'Brain Damage'. couldn't find the complete version of the original one anywhere. song's 'Brain Damage' by Pink Floyd, one of my all-time favorites, not least because it messes with my head majorly. :-p. read the lyrics if you don't know what i'm talking about.)
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Pun Fully Intended
this is probably the most nonsensical post i've ever written, but i had so much fun doing this one. presenting to you, a list of extremely lame puns revolving around the name TANIA, which, for the record, is my name.
the credit for this entry goes to pragati, who came up with the first eight for reasons yet unfathomable to me, which gave me the brilliant idea of putting up a whole bunch of them on my blog.
the remaining have been thought up by anisha, arpita and yours truly.
( for the record, 'you' in the jokes refers to me; pragati obviously used you, since she was talking to me, and i decided to do the same)
1) what would you be called if you had a thing for feet? toe-nia
2) what would you be called if you liked music? tune-nia
3) what would you be called if you had a thing for the sun? tanned-ia
4) what would you be called if all your clothes were torn? torn-ia
5) what would you be called if you liked everything new? ta-nayaa
6) what wud you be called if you rejected everything? ta-naah-ya
7) what would you be called if you were grounded? banned-ia
8) what would you be called if you always scored perfectly? ten-ia
9) what would you be called if you liked seafood? tuna-ia
10) what would you be called if you were crazy? mania
11) what would you be called if you were really small? tiny-a
12) what would you be called if you were hanging upside down from the ceiling? fan-ia
13) what would you be called if you took part in races? ran-ia
14) what would you be called if you always carried a mirror around with you? vain-ia
15) what would you be called if you were really smart? brain-ia
we could've(and did) come up with a lot more(we really got into the groove of the whole thing), but they kept on getting lamer and lamer and LAMER, so i decided to put up only 15 of them here. please don't laugh at me(please DO laugh at the jokes though...lol).
the next bit is going to be not-so-cheerful and is going to involve a lot of introspection, so you might want to give it a miss.
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on the surface, everything's back to normal. i'm going to college, lazing around on the lawns, meeting up with friends, going out for lunch, watching movies, cribbing about having to study, studying a little bit, completing assignments, blogging, talking on the phone, fighting with mum, making up with her, playing with the babies(i cannot possibly explain to you how beautiful they are), having some ve-ry interesting conversations with my kid brother(he's become very insightful all of a sudden), solving(or trying to solve) the crossword with dad, checking out cute guys, drooling at hot ones, worrying about my hair, window shopping.....u get my drift.
anyway, the point is, i'm back to doing everything i used to, but things don't feel the same. i still enjoy all of it, but somehow something's missing this time round. everything's fine as long as i'm doing something, but when i'm not, things seem messed up.
i think i'm messed up in my head, and i don't know what to do about it. as far as i can tell, there isn't any reason why i should be feeling this way. but the point is, i am. and there isn't anything i can do about it.
the credit for this entry goes to pragati, who came up with the first eight for reasons yet unfathomable to me, which gave me the brilliant idea of putting up a whole bunch of them on my blog.
the remaining have been thought up by anisha, arpita and yours truly.
( for the record, 'you' in the jokes refers to me; pragati obviously used you, since she was talking to me, and i decided to do the same)
1) what would you be called if you had a thing for feet? toe-nia
2) what would you be called if you liked music? tune-nia
3) what would you be called if you had a thing for the sun? tanned-ia
4) what would you be called if all your clothes were torn? torn-ia
5) what would you be called if you liked everything new? ta-nayaa
6) what wud you be called if you rejected everything? ta-naah-ya
7) what would you be called if you were grounded? banned-ia
8) what would you be called if you always scored perfectly? ten-ia
9) what would you be called if you liked seafood? tuna-ia
10) what would you be called if you were crazy? mania
11) what would you be called if you were really small? tiny-a
12) what would you be called if you were hanging upside down from the ceiling? fan-ia
13) what would you be called if you took part in races? ran-ia
14) what would you be called if you always carried a mirror around with you? vain-ia
15) what would you be called if you were really smart? brain-ia
we could've(and did) come up with a lot more(we really got into the groove of the whole thing), but they kept on getting lamer and lamer and LAMER, so i decided to put up only 15 of them here. please don't laugh at me(please DO laugh at the jokes though...lol).
the next bit is going to be not-so-cheerful and is going to involve a lot of introspection, so you might want to give it a miss.
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on the surface, everything's back to normal. i'm going to college, lazing around on the lawns, meeting up with friends, going out for lunch, watching movies, cribbing about having to study, studying a little bit, completing assignments, blogging, talking on the phone, fighting with mum, making up with her, playing with the babies(i cannot possibly explain to you how beautiful they are), having some ve-ry interesting conversations with my kid brother(he's become very insightful all of a sudden), solving(or trying to solve) the crossword with dad, checking out cute guys, drooling at hot ones, worrying about my hair, window shopping.....u get my drift.
anyway, the point is, i'm back to doing everything i used to, but things don't feel the same. i still enjoy all of it, but somehow something's missing this time round. everything's fine as long as i'm doing something, but when i'm not, things seem messed up.
i think i'm messed up in my head, and i don't know what to do about it. as far as i can tell, there isn't any reason why i should be feeling this way. but the point is, i am. and there isn't anything i can do about it.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Of Purple Nails And Dirty Details
had a brilliant weekend, especially if i compare it to the last couple of weekends(which were traumatic, to say the least. lol). but leaving that aside, by any standards, this weekend was excellent.
was ria's birthday on friday. she took us to appu ghar!! :-D
hadn't been to that place in years. had a crazy time, looaads of fun. which reminds me, still have to buy her gift! damn.
also, met a couple of friends i hadn't met in ages. which was really nice, lots of plans to meet up in the coming weekend have been made. let's hope they work out.
but the best EVER was sunday. holi was absolutely A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
i've never had so much fun on any holi. it wasn't really wild, if you ignore the muddy(and quite possibly full of not-very-nice things...we saw a lot of funny looking bits floating around in it) water that we threw on a couple of people and the highly suggestive hindi songs that we sang awfully loudly.
no eggs(unless you count the 2 that landed on siddharth and me respectively from a passing car), no grease, no rotten veggies and absolutely no throwing of water balloons at strangers(though this may have been more because of the fact that we threw them at each other and finished them, than out of any consideration for the people on the roads). what we actually did was pretend to throw balloons at people, which yielded some extremely hilarious results. yes, juvenile, i agree, but it was So.Much.Fun.
my still-purple nails are testimony to the amount of fun we had. it was sheer torture trying to get the colour off me, but heck, completely worthwhile.
think i might have a bit of fever. haven't told mum yet because i'm not exactly in the right frame of mind to listen to a lot of i-told-you-so's and no-paani-wala-holi-for-you-next-year and switch-off-the-computer-and-go-to-bed-this-instant.
by the way, honeymoon travels private ltd is NOT an awful movie. it's pretty darn good. and music and lyrics is a tad predictable, but hugh grant is terribly hot.
realize i need to lose some weight desperately. have been eating a little too much these past couple of weeks. things came to a head yesterday, when i ate like there's no tomorrow. holi sweets are too yummy to pass by. but from today, no rich food, no sweets, only ghar ka ghana.
anyway, i'm off, not feeling too good. will go take a little nap, hope i feel better after that. until next time, goodbye.
P.S. - will be putting up the holi pictures shortly!! we look like a bunch of complete hooligans; kids ran away from us. :-p
was ria's birthday on friday. she took us to appu ghar!! :-D
hadn't been to that place in years. had a crazy time, looaads of fun. which reminds me, still have to buy her gift! damn.
also, met a couple of friends i hadn't met in ages. which was really nice, lots of plans to meet up in the coming weekend have been made. let's hope they work out.
but the best EVER was sunday. holi was absolutely A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
i've never had so much fun on any holi. it wasn't really wild, if you ignore the muddy(and quite possibly full of not-very-nice things...we saw a lot of funny looking bits floating around in it) water that we threw on a couple of people and the highly suggestive hindi songs that we sang awfully loudly.
no eggs(unless you count the 2 that landed on siddharth and me respectively from a passing car), no grease, no rotten veggies and absolutely no throwing of water balloons at strangers(though this may have been more because of the fact that we threw them at each other and finished them, than out of any consideration for the people on the roads). what we actually did was pretend to throw balloons at people, which yielded some extremely hilarious results. yes, juvenile, i agree, but it was So.Much.Fun.
my still-purple nails are testimony to the amount of fun we had. it was sheer torture trying to get the colour off me, but heck, completely worthwhile.
think i might have a bit of fever. haven't told mum yet because i'm not exactly in the right frame of mind to listen to a lot of i-told-you-so's and no-paani-wala-holi-for-you-next-year and switch-off-the-computer-and-go-to-bed-this-instant.
by the way, honeymoon travels private ltd is NOT an awful movie. it's pretty darn good. and music and lyrics is a tad predictable, but hugh grant is terribly hot.
realize i need to lose some weight desperately. have been eating a little too much these past couple of weeks. things came to a head yesterday, when i ate like there's no tomorrow. holi sweets are too yummy to pass by. but from today, no rich food, no sweets, only ghar ka ghana.
anyway, i'm off, not feeling too good. will go take a little nap, hope i feel better after that. until next time, goodbye.
P.S. - will be putting up the holi pictures shortly!! we look like a bunch of complete hooligans; kids ran away from us. :-p
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