I'm bored. And slightly pissed. Just got back home after watching Cheeni Kum for the second time. And it isn't exactly the kind of movie you can watch twice, that too twice in a span of three days.
The first time round it was still bearable, funny in parts. This time it was sheer torture, sitting through the movie. Thanks to mommy dearest, who booked my ticket without informing me.
Now i know it's got pretty good ratings n all, but i found it highly boring. And the people i went with the first time (mum quite liked it. women, i tell you) will second that (except for nitish that is, who quite liked it. :-p).
Anyway, this isn't a review, so i'm gonna stop talking about that movie, and talk about something else instead.
Hmm, let's see. I'm really really bored right now. First time i've felt bored since the hols have begun. Not bad actually, almost a month without being hit by boredom. I'm quite proud of myself.
I've been real confused lately. About some real important stuff. And that's not really a good thing. I've done enough of soul-searching and all that and it's not helping. It's all clear-cut and black and white, as long as those things called feelings don't come into the picture. Jeez......
As soon as i start taking some semblance of a decision, something happens which, as you may have it, messes with my head all over again. Annoying is an understatement. I'm liable to lose my mind pretty soon.
Wish things could be a little less complicated, honestly.
Okay, enough of the melodrama already. I'm gonna quit pissing you guys off and i'm gonna change the subject.
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Can't believe it. For some reason, my mind is drawing a complete blank. Either the boredom is getting to me, in which case there isn't much i can do, or the too-much-of-unnecessary-thinking is getting to me, in which case i need psychiatric help.
I'm gonna cut the crap now, been bullshitting long enough. You can go do something more productive than reading my blog (do you realize that this entry has served no purpose whatsoever except for having wasted a hell lot of your time? :-p).
Until next time, goodbye. It's been nice knowing you.
P.S. - arunima, you've been tagged!!!! :-p
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tags
Okay i have a couple of, no wait, THREE (dammit!!) tags pending and i've been putting them off for a long long time. But no more procrastination, i'm gonna do two of them TO-DAY. Pat on the back for me.
The first one, tagged by Diya.
8 things i like about summer.
(now this one was a toughie coz i'm not that big a fan of summer, but i tried my best. :-p)
1. Mangoes! One of the very few fruits i genuinely like.
2. Swimming. Swimming is seriously such a pleasure in the awful delhi heat. And it's the only sport (?) which has managed to keep me interested for more than a couple of years (been doing it for 12 years...)
3. Holidayssssssss. It's the only time of the year when you're officially allowed uninterrupted 2 months of doing nothing. :-D
4. My grandmum's terrific kulfi. I've never had kulfi which tastes so good, seriously.
5. No exams! Yeah, wonder if you've noticed that there are no exams in summer. :-D
6. Pretty, girly, skimpy (hehehe) clothes. Out with the skirts, in with the thick sweaters. :-p
7. Bucketfuls of cold coffee and mangoshake. (okay, weak, i know. but cut me some slack, i'm clutching at straws here!)
8. Air-conditioning. (yeah okay you can kill me now)
The second one, tagged by Mr. J.
Five things you don’t know about me.
1. I have pretty good long-term memory but i have godawful short-term memory. I'll remember stuff which happened eons ago, but i won't remember what you told me a couple of minutes ago.
2. I have this ability to space out at will (earlier it used to happen on it's own, wasn't in my control, which was quite freaky, honestly speaking, and made me suspect that i was mildly schizophrenic. for the record, i still think i'm mildy schizophrenic......), which is a wonderful talent to have. Comes real handy in lectures and conversations with ancient (as well as unknown) relatives.
3. I've always wanted to get my left eyebrow pierced, but have never been able to muster up the courage coz i'm shit-scared of the pain. Someday maybe, hopefully.......
4. I'm wholly and completely dependant on my lenses. So much so that i actually feel helpless without them (and no it's not because i have high power(incidentally i DO have very high power) coz glasses don't work). I can go out of the house without water, my bag, my wallet, anything, but not without wearing my lenses.
5. I have ghastly taste in men. :-p
Phew, that's done, and i am proud of myself. Since i had such a tough time doing the first tag, i'm not gonna tag anybody with that. I guess it's not possible to love summers if you stay in delhi. Anyway, coming to the second tag, i tag Aditya, Richa (coz she's already done two tags in a row, and you know what they say...3rd time lucky and all that. :-p), Siddharth (coz he hasn't updated in ages) and Sunali.
Until next time, goodbye all, and enjoy the mangoes. :-D
The first one, tagged by Diya.
8 things i like about summer.
(now this one was a toughie coz i'm not that big a fan of summer, but i tried my best. :-p)
1. Mangoes! One of the very few fruits i genuinely like.
2. Swimming. Swimming is seriously such a pleasure in the awful delhi heat. And it's the only sport (?) which has managed to keep me interested for more than a couple of years (been doing it for 12 years...)
3. Holidayssssssss. It's the only time of the year when you're officially allowed uninterrupted 2 months of doing nothing. :-D
4. My grandmum's terrific kulfi. I've never had kulfi which tastes so good, seriously.
5. No exams! Yeah, wonder if you've noticed that there are no exams in summer. :-D
6. Pretty, girly, skimpy (hehehe) clothes. Out with the skirts, in with the thick sweaters. :-p
7. Bucketfuls of cold coffee and mangoshake. (okay, weak, i know. but cut me some slack, i'm clutching at straws here!)
8. Air-conditioning. (yeah okay you can kill me now)
The second one, tagged by Mr. J.
Five things you don’t know about me.
1. I have pretty good long-term memory but i have godawful short-term memory. I'll remember stuff which happened eons ago, but i won't remember what you told me a couple of minutes ago.
2. I have this ability to space out at will (earlier it used to happen on it's own, wasn't in my control, which was quite freaky, honestly speaking, and made me suspect that i was mildly schizophrenic. for the record, i still think i'm mildy schizophrenic......), which is a wonderful talent to have. Comes real handy in lectures and conversations with ancient (as well as unknown) relatives.
3. I've always wanted to get my left eyebrow pierced, but have never been able to muster up the courage coz i'm shit-scared of the pain. Someday maybe, hopefully.......
4. I'm wholly and completely dependant on my lenses. So much so that i actually feel helpless without them (and no it's not because i have high power(incidentally i DO have very high power) coz glasses don't work). I can go out of the house without water, my bag, my wallet, anything, but not without wearing my lenses.
5. I have ghastly taste in men. :-p
Phew, that's done, and i am proud of myself. Since i had such a tough time doing the first tag, i'm not gonna tag anybody with that. I guess it's not possible to love summers if you stay in delhi. Anyway, coming to the second tag, i tag Aditya, Richa (coz she's already done two tags in a row, and you know what they say...3rd time lucky and all that. :-p), Siddharth (coz he hasn't updated in ages) and Sunali.
Until next time, goodbye all, and enjoy the mangoes. :-D
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Khasmanu Khanya
Okay, the reason i haven't blogged in a while is because...i was on my first unchaperoned trip!!!! And it was So. Much. Fun. Seven of us went to Amritsar for a couple of days and we had the whackiest time ever!
Incidentally, i might not have even gone for the trip. i suddenly developed fever the day before we were supposed to leave. And mum categorically told me that there was no way i would travel with fever. I whined, yelled, even shed a few tears, but to no avail. Our train was at 7:20 AM in the morning. Next morning mum woke me up at around five-ish to check my temperature, and what do you know, i didn't have fever!!! I whooped with joy and mum did my packing in thirty minutes flat (how in heaven's name do they do stuff like that???) and off we were, to New Delhi Railway Station. I frantically messaged everyone to let them know that i would, in fact, be able to make it (thank god Girija didn't get my tickets cancelled), all the while grinning widely.
There is no way i can even begin to explain the amount of fun we had (and thankfully i was perfectly fine during the trip...wonder why i had fever for a day). It was WILD.
There are some extremely *ahem* interesting photos, as well as ve-ery interesting videos (videos courtesy anisha, the idiot. and since she was videotaping us, there are no embarrassing videos of her. dammit) of us, which we cannot possibly show to anyone.
I've been nicknamed TGIF, thanks to my capabilities for entertaining people. Thing is, my Hindi isn't too good. So i usually avoid talking in Hindi (for the record, this is because I'm Bengali). And these guys happen to know this. So what they did was, (amongst various other things. mean things!), they forbid me from talking in English the whole of that night. AND made me translate different, and very interesting sentences into Hindi. AND made me swear in Hindi. AND made audio and video clips of that. Wonderful friends i have, i tell you. Incidentally, I'm hoping everyone got the significance of TGIF (watch Bheja Fry if you didn't).
And oh, the food...... Amritsar has absolutely fantastic food! We ate like food was going out of fashion. Man.....
And yeah, an extremely funny thing happened to us. Our car was chased by a bunch of guys in their car real late at night! Half of us freaked out and the other half couldn't stop laughing. :-p
Of course, we did the usual touristy things as well. We visited the golden temple both the days. It's beautiful, especially at night. And we saw the Wagah border, and Jallianwallah Bagh, and the museum of Ranjit Singh. It was really nice.
If seven girls can have so much fun in two days in Amritsar, I can't even begin to imagine the kind of fun we're gonna have in Goa, for a week, with the whole college. Whoopieeeeeeee!!!!!
P.S. - the title has no connection whatsoever with the post, except for the fact that it's the only punjabi phrase (along with a couple of not-so-nice words. :-p) that i've learnt in Amritsar. It means go to hell. :-D Have a nice day everyone.
Incidentally, i might not have even gone for the trip. i suddenly developed fever the day before we were supposed to leave. And mum categorically told me that there was no way i would travel with fever. I whined, yelled, even shed a few tears, but to no avail. Our train was at 7:20 AM in the morning. Next morning mum woke me up at around five-ish to check my temperature, and what do you know, i didn't have fever!!! I whooped with joy and mum did my packing in thirty minutes flat (how in heaven's name do they do stuff like that???) and off we were, to New Delhi Railway Station. I frantically messaged everyone to let them know that i would, in fact, be able to make it (thank god Girija didn't get my tickets cancelled), all the while grinning widely.
There is no way i can even begin to explain the amount of fun we had (and thankfully i was perfectly fine during the trip...wonder why i had fever for a day). It was WILD.
There are some extremely *ahem* interesting photos, as well as ve-ery interesting videos (videos courtesy anisha, the idiot. and since she was videotaping us, there are no embarrassing videos of her. dammit) of us, which we cannot possibly show to anyone.
I've been nicknamed TGIF, thanks to my capabilities for entertaining people. Thing is, my Hindi isn't too good. So i usually avoid talking in Hindi (for the record, this is because I'm Bengali). And these guys happen to know this. So what they did was, (amongst various other things. mean things!), they forbid me from talking in English the whole of that night. AND made me translate different, and very interesting sentences into Hindi. AND made me swear in Hindi. AND made audio and video clips of that. Wonderful friends i have, i tell you. Incidentally, I'm hoping everyone got the significance of TGIF (watch Bheja Fry if you didn't).
And oh, the food...... Amritsar has absolutely fantastic food! We ate like food was going out of fashion. Man.....
And yeah, an extremely funny thing happened to us. Our car was chased by a bunch of guys in their car real late at night! Half of us freaked out and the other half couldn't stop laughing. :-p
Of course, we did the usual touristy things as well. We visited the golden temple both the days. It's beautiful, especially at night. And we saw the Wagah border, and Jallianwallah Bagh, and the museum of Ranjit Singh. It was really nice.
If seven girls can have so much fun in two days in Amritsar, I can't even begin to imagine the kind of fun we're gonna have in Goa, for a week, with the whole college. Whoopieeeeeeee!!!!!
P.S. - the title has no connection whatsoever with the post, except for the fact that it's the only punjabi phrase (along with a couple of not-so-nice words. :-p) that i've learnt in Amritsar. It means go to hell. :-D Have a nice day everyone.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Retrospection
Well well well, so my first year in college is over. A little hard to believe, coz I still feel new to college. But at the same time, I feel extremely attached to it, which, honestly speaking, I never thought would happen...
This one year has been one hell of a year, in more ways than one.
The first, and most obvious one, the transition from school to college. The first couple of months were pretty hard, to tell you the truth. I’d been in the same school for thirteen years, so it was practically like my second home, a place where I knew everyone and everyone knew me. And then came college, where nobody knew me and nobody cared, where I had to make a conscious effort to talk to people, to make friends. I was SO not used to that.
Missed school like hell in the beginning, disliked college like hell, would rush home as soon as classes ended, started valuing home like never before. :-p
But then, I gradually started enjoying college, started looking forward to coming to college, started wanting to stick around longer.
And then, one fine day, I realized that I had actually started loving college. I loved the dull red bricks of the building, the Xerox lawns, where a lot of my time was spent, even though I wasn’t part of dramsoc, Irfan’s, whose banta was to die for, the awfully dingy excuse for a canteen, the dayski point, and of course, the beautiful frontlawns, where most of my first year was spent, where so many vital issues were discussed, like UCB’s gorgeous winter collection, our love-lives, Jha’s havoc-wreaking tests, bad-hair days, where mine and Anisha’s Campus Improvement Programme (read - an excuse for bitching) materialized, where I grew to love SRCC.
Now if I look back, the thought that I actually used to hate college at one point of time is almost absurd. Funny how things change………..
Also, funny how priorities change. What seemed liked the most important thing a year back seems pretty insignificant now. Of course, using the same logic, what seems really important right now will cease to matter a year later I guess.
Incidentally, I’ve learnt a couple of things, albeit the hard way (which is how most learning experiences go I think. :-p). Actually on second thoughts, I’m going to leave that for another entry, coz this is getting a little too pensive as it is.
So until next time, goodbye, and thanks for all the fish.
This one year has been one hell of a year, in more ways than one.
The first, and most obvious one, the transition from school to college. The first couple of months were pretty hard, to tell you the truth. I’d been in the same school for thirteen years, so it was practically like my second home, a place where I knew everyone and everyone knew me. And then came college, where nobody knew me and nobody cared, where I had to make a conscious effort to talk to people, to make friends. I was SO not used to that.
Missed school like hell in the beginning, disliked college like hell, would rush home as soon as classes ended, started valuing home like never before. :-p
But then, I gradually started enjoying college, started looking forward to coming to college, started wanting to stick around longer.
And then, one fine day, I realized that I had actually started loving college. I loved the dull red bricks of the building, the Xerox lawns, where a lot of my time was spent, even though I wasn’t part of dramsoc, Irfan’s, whose banta was to die for, the awfully dingy excuse for a canteen, the dayski point, and of course, the beautiful frontlawns, where most of my first year was spent, where so many vital issues were discussed, like UCB’s gorgeous winter collection, our love-lives, Jha’s havoc-wreaking tests, bad-hair days, where mine and Anisha’s Campus Improvement Programme (read - an excuse for bitching) materialized, where I grew to love SRCC.
Now if I look back, the thought that I actually used to hate college at one point of time is almost absurd. Funny how things change………..
Also, funny how priorities change. What seemed liked the most important thing a year back seems pretty insignificant now. Of course, using the same logic, what seems really important right now will cease to matter a year later I guess.
Incidentally, I’ve learnt a couple of things, albeit the hard way (which is how most learning experiences go I think. :-p). Actually on second thoughts, I’m going to leave that for another entry, coz this is getting a little too pensive as it is.
So until next time, goodbye, and thanks for all the fish.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Of generation gaps and awkward conversations
Okay, this was actually supposed to be a part of the last entry, but sleep overcame me, so to speak, and i didn't get anywhere close to broaching the topic which i am about to, well, broach, now.
This entry is going to be about a highly interesting (highly interesting according to me, at least) conversation i had with my brother a while back. Before i proceed, a little bit of background info.
My brother is 13 years old (will turn 14 in july), is learning to play the drums, has an extremely high opinion of himself, listens to rock (thanks to me) and nu-metal (thanks to god knows who), is now taller than me, wants to grow his hair long and is a general nuisance and quite a smartass. Basically the usual teenage boy.
Coming to the actual conversation (keep the aforementioned things in mind while reading). A few months ago, i walked into the room where the computer's kept and saw him using it. I sat around waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing coz i needed to use it too.
Incidentally, in the past few months, we've started to get along pretty well and talk quite often. So generally we started talking, about this and that.
Then, in the middle of our conversation, he's like, "jeez, i'm so bored of porn man". Now i'm a pretty open-minded big sister (he'd showed me the finger at the dinner table when he was in the 4th grade and i hadn't said a word. My dad did ask him to NEVER do that rude gesture ever again....) and i know it's perfectly normal for boys his age (or any age for that matter) to watch porn, but i wasn't exactly prepared for the i'm-bored-of-porn bit.
But still, to keep the lines of communication open, and to be broadminded about the whole thing, i started telling him how it's completely normal for people to watch porn, and how everyone goes through this stage but how one should be careful to not let things out of hand (whatever that meant!!). He came back with a " i know didi, c'mon, i'm not a kid you know".
Feeling chastised, i decided to shut up and mind my own business when he asked me, "so you must've watched porn too right?". Now for the record, i HAVEN'T. The only thing that i've seen remotely related to anything like that was the dps video (which wasn't exactly a pleasant experience, honestly speaking). Anyway, after sitting with my mouth open for about ten seconds, i again told him the oh-everyone-goes-through-that-stage bit.
He wasn't very impressed with my answer but decided to let it pass (thank god!!). I was hoping that that would be the end of our little tete-a-tete but of course, it wasn't. He started telling me about how exactly he gets hold of the porn, when his friends started watching porn (either he didn't tell me when he started or my memory has sort of blocked it out), how it's no big deal (kid brother telling older sister porn is no big deal. What is the world coming to?) etc etc etc.
Before he could reach the inevitable, "didi where do babies come from?" (knowing fully well where exactly they came from and how exactly they come about. I know for a fact he's had 'that conversation' with an adult.), i decided to make my escape and sneaked out of the room when he got a little too engrossed in his Age Of Empires game (thank heaven's he wasn't watching porn in front of me!).
Now i've been dragged into a lot of amazingly uncomfortable conversations, but this one features amongst the top three.
Wonder if he's still bored of porn though........
This entry is going to be about a highly interesting (highly interesting according to me, at least) conversation i had with my brother a while back. Before i proceed, a little bit of background info.
My brother is 13 years old (will turn 14 in july), is learning to play the drums, has an extremely high opinion of himself, listens to rock (thanks to me) and nu-metal (thanks to god knows who), is now taller than me, wants to grow his hair long and is a general nuisance and quite a smartass. Basically the usual teenage boy.
Coming to the actual conversation (keep the aforementioned things in mind while reading). A few months ago, i walked into the room where the computer's kept and saw him using it. I sat around waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing coz i needed to use it too.
Incidentally, in the past few months, we've started to get along pretty well and talk quite often. So generally we started talking, about this and that.
Then, in the middle of our conversation, he's like, "jeez, i'm so bored of porn man". Now i'm a pretty open-minded big sister (he'd showed me the finger at the dinner table when he was in the 4th grade and i hadn't said a word. My dad did ask him to NEVER do that rude gesture ever again....) and i know it's perfectly normal for boys his age (or any age for that matter) to watch porn, but i wasn't exactly prepared for the i'm-bored-of-porn bit.
But still, to keep the lines of communication open, and to be broadminded about the whole thing, i started telling him how it's completely normal for people to watch porn, and how everyone goes through this stage but how one should be careful to not let things out of hand (whatever that meant!!). He came back with a " i know didi, c'mon, i'm not a kid you know".
Feeling chastised, i decided to shut up and mind my own business when he asked me, "so you must've watched porn too right?". Now for the record, i HAVEN'T. The only thing that i've seen remotely related to anything like that was the dps video (which wasn't exactly a pleasant experience, honestly speaking). Anyway, after sitting with my mouth open for about ten seconds, i again told him the oh-everyone-goes-through-that-stage bit.
He wasn't very impressed with my answer but decided to let it pass (thank god!!). I was hoping that that would be the end of our little tete-a-tete but of course, it wasn't. He started telling me about how exactly he gets hold of the porn, when his friends started watching porn (either he didn't tell me when he started or my memory has sort of blocked it out), how it's no big deal (kid brother telling older sister porn is no big deal. What is the world coming to?) etc etc etc.
Before he could reach the inevitable, "didi where do babies come from?" (knowing fully well where exactly they came from and how exactly they come about. I know for a fact he's had 'that conversation' with an adult.), i decided to make my escape and sneaked out of the room when he got a little too engrossed in his Age Of Empires game (thank heaven's he wasn't watching porn in front of me!).
Now i've been dragged into a lot of amazingly uncomfortable conversations, but this one features amongst the top three.
Wonder if he's still bored of porn though........
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Woohoo!
And they're over. After days of hopelessness and and procrastination and cursing oneself (as well as the world at large) and hating eco and sleepless nights and lots of coffee and all that jazz, they're finally over. Also the fact that i did quite decently, except in one paper, adds to my already overflowing exuberance.
Incidentally, Bheja Fry is frikkin hilarious and the funniest thing i've seen in a long LONG time. No slapstick shit, situational comedy at it's best.
This post was supposed to be much MUCH longer but i am EXTREMELY sleepy and i can't quite figure out the keys anymore (thank god for small mercies like spellcheck) so i'm gonna stop and i'm gonna crawl into bed and i'm gonna write another entry tomorrow (which will be longer and will (hopefully) contain something of some substance and will not have parenthesised parentheses).
Until then, goodbye, and it's nice to be back! :-)
Incidentally, Bheja Fry is frikkin hilarious and the funniest thing i've seen in a long LONG time. No slapstick shit, situational comedy at it's best.
This post was supposed to be much MUCH longer but i am EXTREMELY sleepy and i can't quite figure out the keys anymore (thank god for small mercies like spellcheck) so i'm gonna stop and i'm gonna crawl into bed and i'm gonna write another entry tomorrow (which will be longer and will (hopefully) contain something of some substance and will not have parenthesised parentheses).
Until then, goodbye, and it's nice to be back! :-)
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