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So it’s been a while. During which, life hasn’t changed much. It’s still stagnant, hanging on to a facade of purpose, when in reality, there isn’t any. Two cups of coffee, five episodes of anime everyday, a few thousand words of a book, hours at college w/ vague recollections of what I did. You know?
In other news, I have a new set of shelves which are perfect for sticking post-it notes on. Now I don’t have to use my bedstead & the sides of my monitor anymore! And when all this comes together, I’ve no reason to write post-its. Bleddyness! Speaking of doing things, there’s an open mic reading this Sunday, the 6th of July - organized by Sharanya & CC in honour of Frida Kahlo. 
Oh, and I’m super-proud of myself. I’ve finally mastered the art of wearing contact lenses w/o reducing myself to a sobbing mess w/ bloodshot eyes every time. Ha! Though that didn’t prevent me from absently wearing them w/ aloo-paratha-masala-ed hands and generally setting my left eye on fire. 
Things I do!
Though I haven’t been blogging much, I’m surprised that I don’t miss it, vapid as my life otherwise is. But I’ve been writing, everyday almost. They’re chaotic snippets, one not really related to another. Some prose and some verse. I wonder if I should channelize myself and attempt something coherent?
On that note, this week I’ve discovered that if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the precipitate.
Title: Ain’t No Sunshine - The Lighthouse Family
Time flies like an arrow; Fruit flies like a banana.
- Groucho Marx
I like this guy. I really do.
I know beginning of holidays is supposed to send you into throes of ecstasy and whatnot, but really, it hasn’t been very ecstasy-affording yet. But I’m going to blame all that on the heat. Since we don’t have the luxury of soaking in bathtubs brimming over w/ lil cubes of ice, we have taken to running the A/C compulsively. An extremely indirect consequence of this was that I ended up slicing my right index finger on the moving blades of my ceiling fan. No how’s. I’m a klutz and that’s that. Now every time I apply slight pressure w/ that index finger on a surface, I feel like I have a resonating tuning fork inside it. Gah.
Anyhoo, last few days have been completely crazy. I’m leaving on a South India trip this Wednesday that’s culminating in the traditional stay at Kodai. And while we’re away, our home is getting several new coats of paint. Which, of course, means that everything in the house is being stuffed into bulging cartons and the whole place is generally getting a good dusting down.
We’re also giving away our faithful, custom-made study-table-cum-shelves which have been w/ us for over a decade now. *Sniff* There’s this particular shelf which hasn’t been cleaned out for half a decade now. With much trepidation, I opened the door and promptly started sneezing which, well, just spread the dust even more. I like disorder, but dust and grime I cannot handle. Ugh. I found in this shelf mammoth acad books that I’d used once upon a time - Resnick & Halliday/Morrison & Boyd/Irodov - many memories of sleepless nights well spent. I’m torn b/w keeping them and giving them away. Also I found a big bunch of bus tickets from my school days and a couple of seedy yellow tickets to Satyam Cinemas priced at 60 bucks. And to think now we spend double for the same. Bah!
I think all this massive cleaning spree is good after all. There are many things I’m discovering that I hardly remember. For instance, I’ve had collections of miniature liquor bottles, badges/pins, clothing tags/labels and bus tickets. I also found a diary that I kept when I was about 12 or 13 and I must confess, my writing was quite appalling at the time. 
In other news, I watched Horton Hears A Who - lots of laughs, but I kind of think I’ve outgrown cute elephants that can do cool stuff w/ their ears.
Also check out today’s v.cool Google Doodle for the 125th Birthday of Walter Gropius.
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
- Oscar Wilde
So I was talking to this friend of mine, Tan and…
Tan: Someday, we must both write a book together.
Me: Neat idea. Only, I can’t write w/ discipline and you can’t write at all. 
Tan [Ignoring me]: We should have the book split in the middle. I will write the nice half, ‘I Love You’ and you, obviously, will write the selfish half ‘I Love Me’.
Me: 
Hmm. I think he meant it. Sure, I’m self-centric. But aren’t we all? And anyhoo, I’m not that bad also, even if I do say so myself!
- Spanking new bottle-cap [crown cap] collection. I already have seven and am hopefully getting 3 more this week. Why bottle-caps? Stamps, coins, badges & pins, match-sticks et al - all of which someone I know is already collecting. No fun! And also cos they’re ultra cool.
- Muxtape! I discovered this site today from here. And I love it! It’s where you can create and share mixtapes. I’ve listened to hordes of new music today and finally, there’s something I can turn to when I get sick of my iPod.
- Sputnik Sweetheart by Murakami.
- Chip-Sandwiches! Okay, I admit those are just regular, grilled sandwiches w/ crisps stuffed in. But I totally <3 them!
That’s all I have time for now, cos it’s 8 more minutes to lights out for Earth Hour.
Update: The rooftop seems to have been many people’s solace during the Earth Hour black-out. Anyhoo, that’s where my lil sister and I were too. We climbed up the high water tank and had a long, rambling conversation after ages. She’s old enough, but I still think of her as a clumsy kid. But last night, that changed just a little bit. She’s growing up!
If you happen to know me in RL, you’d know that I’m an absolute Fab India/Ethnic stuff junkie and that Fab kurtis are a kind of trademark to identify me by. And now, there’s this 40-70% off sale happening at Fab till the 22nd of March. Obviously excited, I headed to the Fab India outlet on Wood’s Road [which, btw I had an abominable time finding.] Good I dragged my mum and sister along, so at least I had someone to complain to. It’s been ages since I travelled to that part of Chennai, so twas an interesting drive.
Coming to sale bit of it - No, don’t go there expecting to loot great stuff. The clothes on sale are ghastly. Since sale [or no sale] hasn’t ever made a difference to us, we anyway ended up buying some really, really pretty kurtis. The non-sale stuff is fabulous though. And pretty reasonable. If you’re ethnic-crazy and are willing to brave Chennai traffic, then definitely head to Wood’s Road.
After all of which, I had Cassata ice-cream at the dilapidated Aavin booth opposite Spencer Plaza and the most perfect dish of Corn Florentine ever made at Eden. And the waiter-person was even nice enough to gimme two extra pieces of toast.
An entire evening outside in brilliant weather - perfect mixture of sunshine and rain, warmth and chilly tingle. Yum!
I felt like eating popsicles today and figured I’d rather make them myself than go out and buy them. [Cos making a popsicle is infinitely easier than hunting a good one down!] Well, it was supposed to be orange popsicles, but I think I mixed in the wrong concentrate and now I have seven mango flavoured ones instead! Yum, anyway!
There’s something odd about the structure here. I can’t figure out what, but I had to post it anyway!
A long time ago, when words wouldn’t suffice, your eyes did all the talking. The way you looked at me made me feel desired as no touch could. Every slight tilt of your head begged me to throw myself into your warm arms.
Now, I’ve forgotten to feel. Your eyes don’t speak to me anymore.
Everyone’s been writing triolets inspired from here. So I thought I’d join the bandwagon. I was thinking I’ll make it a 55 thing AND a triolet, but that’s just too damn hard. Anyhoo, here’s my [not so worthy] two cents!
To write a triolet
Isn’t that hard
A few words and I’m all set
To write a triolet
On what though, I fret
Captain Picard?
To write a triolet
Isn’t that hard.
There’s time till 28th of this month. It’s much fun to write them triolets, so try!
Today is one of those rare days that you have an amazing feeling about and that actually live up to it. Over the last few days, Vi and I’ve been getting pretty up-close-and-personal on each other’s past, present and future lives. So class has been a fun trip of insane conversations, laughter fixes, gossip and general last-bencher love.
Today, especially, we had several schmoozes and one super-long talk about ‘our kind of man’. Yes, it’s something ALL girls talk about and never tire of. And we realized our lil idiosyncrasies are much the same. Scarily so! I would start off about something and she’d complete my sentences and then we’d both grin crazily. Two hours of this and I swear, It was total hormonal-overkill.
That said, today was one of the BEST days ever!
I just got an uber-sleek Sony Portable Reader system [with about 50 books]. And I’m in love with it. Of course, it could use some tweaks by way of utility - but it still is amazing!
As Rads, Adit and I were returning from Blore, we got talking about a great many things. May be it was the night or the amazing coffee, I found myself vocal on an unusually blunt level. And since we were on a spilling-the-beans spree, I thought I might as well declare my Honesty Week begun.
So, I have till Feb 9, Saturday, 2200 to go. It’s been pretty safe so far and I’ve only had to say a few things I wouldn’t normally say. Good, I say!
This week has been amazing. Time for some stats - 4 books, 50 episodes of Naruto (to which I’m officially addicted), 2 divine voice culture/contralto tutorials, 1 unintelligible lesson of Advanced Italian, 1 3D model of Double Stranded DNA, 1 game of GO depressingly lost and 1 hour of a solitary night spent at the beach.
That said, today was a weird day. I was, as usual, hyperactive in the morning but as the day wore on, that feeling dwindled into bad vibes and, you know, bad-er vibes. Goshdarnit. I think my hormones were acting up or whatever. So after college, V and I dropped in at CCD and I played my first game of GO with Gapp. I was pathetically dense and my game was very cringe-worthy. But what the hell, it’s a start.
When GO failed to cheer me up AND I found myself not watching Naruto, enough was enough. So I went off to go spend an hour or so at Bessie Beach - vastness, solitude and pensiveness, to quote. As I wandered, I thought I’ll buy myself couple of silver ear-rings. Hee! I tell you, whoever said money can’t buy happiness (or a cure to depression) didn’t know where to shop.
Tomorrow is DumbC at WCC. Our (Rads, mine and Adit’s) first cult-fest of the year. Hee! But here’s the worst part - Rads/Adit have been coming over to class to ‘practise’ and we officially suck. Of course, that’s ignoring the fact that we practised with extremely obscure movies/books. And a friend of ours is conducting the event tomo, so things will probably be made consciously difficult for us whenever possible. Also I have to make supreme effort to prep. Meh.
Here’s hoping Rads loses her awful luck of picking up awful chits, we don’t have duhhh moments on stage and jumpstart the year with a win!
Update: Ultra-cool header courtesy Van!
So today VP, Van and I were sitting ultra-bored in Machines class. Then our prof starts drawing a graph with multiple sinusoidal waves. After a few minutes,
Van: Alaigal Oivadhillai. (looks at me)
Me: *Head-desk*
Whattey. 
P.S: Ban is now restricted to IM alone.
P.P.S: I now have obscenely huge amount of DumbC prep material, courtesy Adit.
The jigsaw is finally done! Yay! After slogging through weeks, it’s finally done with loads of help from dad! Sad thing, though - we lost a couple of pieces! 
Will probably get them replaced. Piccies follow! Read the rest of this entry »
From the internet and IM-ing. Officially from yesterday. That might mean that blog posts won’t be regular if I can’t steal time off at 4 in the morning like now. It will definitely mean you can’t catch me on GTalk all the time.
BUT, if you’re yearning to correspond with me :P, you can email at profreakspace@gmail.com. Replies may take a couple of days, though.
Fourth sem began today. We have sucky papers and sucky profs. But luckily, I think I can wriggle out of impending tough situations with a few. So happy, happy!
Jan’s going to be a goot month with WCC, Saarang and Riviera almost back-to-back. If we bag those, like last year, we can go on to bigger, better things.
On the not-so-good front, today was generally a crappy day with me taking out all claustrophobia induced frustrations on Gapp [Sowwie!] Anyhoo, Taare Zameen Par music made my day infinitely better as did general, lovely (and surprising) texture of hair. When I say Good Hair Days can make crappy mood vanish and leave you with a sense of sitting on top of the world with a rainbow around your shoulders (to quote Bertram Wilberforce Wooster), I make a statement that’s backed by solid, first-hand experience!
There is, however, still the feeling that you get when you’re on a rollercoaster that’s stopped midway and has left you hanging upside down. You know, that one where your heart slides around your rib cage, undecided on where to lodge itself. May be I just haven’t gotten used to 2008 yet.
H: Amma, I need new clothes, a pair of shoes, new bag, three bars of dairy milk, two f…
Amma: You kids are such negative cash flow!
=)
Oh, and the year-end/new-year posts are coming. Soon.
Gapp says:
Drinking is like sex. If a girl doesn’t drink she is more pure. If a guy stops drinking, he is a laughing stock.
This evening, I ate a cream bun. After about a decade. A round, super-soft, lathered-with-excess-grainy-white cream cream bun. Hee. When I was 9, it used cost 3 bucks. Sigh.
Been a whole full weekend. Was supposed to attend some astrophysics lecture thingum at the Birla Planetarium on Saturday. When I got there, I was coolly informed that the lecture started only next Saturday. They, being ultra-inefficient, 1. weren’t aware the their ad in the Hindu carried wrong dates 2. think paying fee on one day and receiving receipt a week later is perfectly acceptable 3. NEVER ever pick up their phones 4. juggle you between four random people cos each thinks another has the info you want, but none of them do. Misery. Read the rest of this entry »
In about two weeks of hols, I’ve barely watched some 8 movies! Movie-void, I tell you. Was at my aunt’s place the last couple of days and in characteristic fashion, rummaged thru all of the stuff cuz left behind when he went off to the US of A. And guess what I found?! Film DVDs! All Classics! (Harish, I love you!) Of course, I flicked them all and brought them home. List follows:
- Alfred Hitchcock - Murder, Young and Innocent, Rebecca, Under Capricorn
- Marco Bellocchio - Buongiorno, Notte (Good Morning, Night)
- Tom Tykwer - Run Lola Run
- Fernando Meirelles - City of God
- Ted Demme - Blow
- Wong Kar Wai - In The Mood For Love
Watching on a 14-inch monitor is no fun! And V isn’t in town for me to go bum out at her place! Either I dig out my obsolete dvd-player and connect it to my grandparent’s TV or I find someone with a big TV and persuade them to watch with me. (If you have a big TV, please invite me home)
Rant Alert! Boys, feel free to skip.
Weird realization coming up. I’m 19 and I don’t know/can’t apply eye-liner. I’m feeling all OMG about make-up-virgin status. I was at Citi Centre today to watch Evano Oruvan at INOX. There is a phenomenally high probability that I was the worst dressed girl there. Okay, so I don’t normally go running off to hep places in torn, faded blue levi’s, a trademark FabIndia kurti and candy-red flip-flops. But today it was raining like SIN and I didn’t want to ruin my freshly laundered clothes. And it wasn’t like I was on a date or anything. But come ON, men wearing mauve tee-shirts with burgundy cods have NO right to give me bemused looks. Die, I say!
Coming back to the cosmetic consciousness bit, there are a lot of things that girls my age do that I totally can’t relate to. Waxing, eyebrow shaping, pimple cures et al. I’ve never had to pour hot wax on my skin. I practically have no eyebrows. And I haven’t ever gotten a pimple in my life. Thank you mom & dad, for the incredible genes for almost-perfect-skin. I almost never wear nail-polish or lip-colour. Actually, I don’t own nail-polish or lip-colour. Or blush. Hmm. The only thing I ever go to the salon for is to cut my hair. Note usage of cut and not style. Oh, meh.
Sometimes, I’m consumed by disgust. I want to slash his skin, watch it ooze blood. He’s selfish; the world exists to do his bidding. I want to watch him fall through a lethal abyss, his body writhing. To hate him is to be masochistic. I don’t want to. But sometimes, consumed by disgust, I do.
The family gave me a 1500-piece jigsaw of a pan view around St.Peter’s Basilica for birthday. Compared to Rafaello’s ‘School of Athens’, this is a lot harder simply because it predominantly has ONLY shades of blue and violet - from lightest to darkest, the whole freaking spectrum. And it’s incredibly detailed. Minuscule. Making the border alone took me about 5 hours. Separating about 150 pieces from 1500 is no mean feat. Putting them together is relatively easier. Relatively.
Anyway, when doing stuff like xwords, jigsaw, sudoku et al, I tend to get emotionally carried away by the whole activity. I actually have minute depressions, temper tantrums and flee-or-I-will-raze-you-to-the-ground moods. In case of huge jigsaws, I sit for HOURS at a stretch just sifting through the pieces, squinting at them, separating them by common-ness. And I HATE to be disturbed. It’s no different now. And since every damn piece looks the same, I will pray for the last remaining ebbs of sanity to remain. 
Today was Star Budday. Ergo, mother wanted to go to a temple far from the city again. Slept awfully late last night, so was pretty zomboid this morning and didn’t ask where we were going until half-way into ECR. Which turned out to be Nithya Kalyana Perumal Kovil. Coolly Paati proceeds to explain to me how the main deity of the temple has a legacy of getting married everyday. AND how people who want to get married come there to pray and it works. Read the rest of this entry »
Yesterday, we received a huge parcel from my aunt in Pune. She’s a brilliant cook and keeps sending us stuff she makes. Trust me when I tell you that the best part of an inter-caste/cultural home is the food and the celebration! So we open it to find a big carton stuffed with khaaja, miniature feeni, her famous groundnut chutney, besan laddoo, a particular brand of chocolate-mints that I adore and some other stuff. Somehow, though I’m half-marwadi technically, these things are very occasional indulgences - and I’m probably setting eyes on them after AGES. Heeeeee!
Mom, Dad - I’m SO glad you got married.
Yes, I wanted the title to read that way. So what if it sounds OTT. Life’s good, bad and downright ugly. It throws a lot of stuff at you - memories, anticipation, sunshine and shit. So what if you have to kick it all and just live with the last.
Today is a day of delusional hypocrisy, surrealism and knitted eyebrows. Quo vadis?
I’ve spent the last five hours laughing harder than I’ve laughed in weeks. Yeah, even more than at Vara’s place. Believe me, there’s nothing like a bunch of favourite classic comedies to get your funny bone tingling. After ages and ages, I watched parts of MMKR, Sathileelavathi and Singaravelan on YouTube and GoogleVids. The last word in mokkai! Maaan, they bring back such brilliant memories!
Vids and I, mindlessly laughing and holding our stomachs, after watching the same scene for the nth time. Late night imitations, often interrupted by spurts of laughter. Driving paati crazy with mokkai dialogues. Upsetting things on the table cos we were banging it so hard in our giggly, happy abandon. Bleddy bleggard. Good morning Officer. Damn, I SO miss not going to Hyd this time.
Radzuki emailed me last night asking if I wanted to go DeepWoods, MCC’s CultFest today. Me, in all my happy joblessness, obviously said okay. But then, Adit couldn’t come cos of some AIESEC thingum and we had to scrounge around for a third team-mate. Sid, our usual sub, was busy with AIESEC too. Finally, after much coordination, Bharath said he’d go with us. Read the rest of this entry »
Exams got done yesterday. Yay! I got back home to an email from V saying we were meeting up at Nani’s place around four-ish. I’d last seen Nani last sem, so was looking forward to some super fun! At her place, we talked for a while and then decided to go gate-crash on Vara – as usual. Since the doof never ever comes out, we invariably end up at her place, rolling on the bed, senseless with laughter. Nani, V & my birthdays are each spaced a week apart, so:
Nani (to me & V): Hey, may be three of us should call all our friends and treat them together. How about this Saturday?
Me & V: Yeah, sure. Who’s coming?
N: Some 20 of my friends.
Me (brightening): Guy friends?
N: May be. You guys call all your college people.
V: I don’t have any friends at college. All my friends are busy
Me: Er…
N (looking incredulously at me): Come ON! Don’t tell me YOU don’t have people to bring along!
Me (trying to change topics): Good looking guy friends?
N (WTF & ROTFL): This social circle is getting worsht! We’re having a treat and I’m the one getting to bring all the boys?! ME? WHAT? Surakshaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
V (Laughing her head off): Ideally it should have been her. But…
Me (clueless): WTF?!
Vara was so overcome with giggles that she was convulsing in her chair and couldn’t even speak. Meh.
And if you said this life ain’t good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I’d change my life
To better suit your mood
Cos you’re so smooth
I thought I was over you I thought it a crying shame Yet my heart skipped several beats when I saw you across the road today And you turned and I caught the sparks from your silver heel And all I wanted then was something in the manner of you getting into bed with me
OST The Number 23. By Nine Horses. Sinister and what a voice!
There was a time
Not so long ago
I was master of everything I surveyed
Yes, there was a time
We did it my way
We’ll do things my way
Update: It works!
Usually, that title would have the ubiquitous exclamation mark. But it can’t, can’t, cant. Cos my bleddy keyboard refuses to churn out exclamations, underscores, at-the-rate-of’s, closing parantheses, dollars and ampersands. And a lot of shift+ combinations don’t work. AND it’s my favourite keyboard. The other one I have [which I can't find now, in my time of need] is unsoft, uncomfortable and creepily obsolete.
V and I have been having a touch-and-go phase for a while now. We’ve hardly been talking or even getting to see each other. So it’s been super-long since we’ve had our famous insane, silly conversations! After what seems like years, we went to the beach together yesterday morning. And it felt brilliant to pick up threads of conversations exactly from where we stopped before. Sipping iced-tea on a chill, sunny Sunday morning sitting outside a beach cafe, having familiar, mundane conversations with your best friend is the most comfortable feeling in the world!
Been on a tremendous Sholay, Jhankaar Beats and R.D.Burman high for a couple of days now! Watched both movies twice in a single day and Burman’s been on continuous loop on Winamp.
I think I’m done with my Illayaraja phase for a while. It’s Burman+Kishore da+Rafi for sometime to come! Also, I’ve taken to saying Bahut nainsaafi hai/Bahut yaarana lagta hai/Chance pe dance quite a bit. H is abs fed up w/ me and poured water on my head for saying them today.
I mean, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Sholay, Burman, Italian and Coffee. Woot!
This weekend has been too much fun, and I still have Sunday left! Have met more fun people in the last two days than I usually do in a whole two months! Hee. I’ve been writing my Wrimo at CCD, Indra Nagar last two evenings. I’m happy with my progress, though I’m about 10K words shy of what’s expected by now. Not to mention that I hate my antagonist. But I think I’ve found something that’ll make him happy. We see. Another is that I don’t think my story will go beyond 10-12K. *Shrug*
So I’m sitting on one of those comfy sofas that looks out on the street and waiting for Gapp, with my legs tucked under and in general I’m-so-at-home mode. Scribbling furiously on my notebook. When I look up I notice several people giving me bemused looks. One woman even comes up really close to me and asks conspirationally, “What’re you doing?”. I say I’m writing a book. She gives me a v.weird look, laughs politely and walks away. And everybody who’s around grins at me. *Huh*
Met Camphor this morning after ages, after blogger’s meet to be precise. At the new Java Green outlet in Indra Nagar. Good fun, though the coffee sucks. It really, really does. Mocha = Chocolate milk + Sth that is supposed to be coffee flavouring + horde of whipped cream + ton of sugar. Yuck. Cosy place, though.
Day cannot be perfect w/o perfect food. Ate brilliant fried fish at VP’s place, where we pretended to work math problems out. Also went to Don Pepe (my fav Mexican resto), where we had a kutti tiff w/ one of the dumbass waiters. So I emptied two jars of their toothpicks into glasses of water and put them on the centre-table. Everyone was v.amused. Thank you. Despite which, hyperness didn’t vanish.
Convo w/ sis in car:
Me: *Grin Grin Grin Grin Grin*
H (sullen): You’re too happy for words. Look at you! You’re practically glowing! Something’s gonna go SO wrong with your life.
Me: *Grin-less for a second* End-sems! *Grin Grin Grin Grin*
CATs and subsequently the semester just got done yesterday. Yay! The exams are still left, but what the hell. One needs some celebration. And one thought that one would drown in sleep and have very late morning today. But, nope. One was rudely shaken awake at 0630 and told that one was to accompany the family on a visit to a temple, couple of hours away. So, figuring one would rather be outside in fantastic weather than stay home moping around online, one left.
And one is extremely glad! One drove all the way to place called Chettipunyam, about three kilometers away from Chengalpet to this Hayagreevar temple. It’s a small temple without too many flairs. A small path through an inner chamber leads to the sanctum. What was most curious was that on the walls of this inner chamber, one found various messages scribbled. Names of students with their exam register numbers, notes of people wanting to become doctors or engineers or architects - little, written prayers of people. Faith, I tell you.
And the drive was so beautiful. We drove through Mahindra City and what a place it is! One saw acres and acres of empty green land and backwaters, all through the dreamy haze of a slight drizzle. And in stark contrast, high-rise industrial complexes and SEZs. Sitting back in the car, hair being swept back by cold wind and rain, one realized that this was a most beautiful thing in one’s life.
While practising Italian conversations with mum:
Instructor: You will now have a conversation with a lady. She will invite you to lunch suggesting various times. You must always contradict her and suggest an hour later than she did.
Conversation Starts…A Man repeats what we’re supposed to have said after a pause.
Lady: Vorrebbe pranzare con me a l’una? Would you like to lunch with me at one o’ clock?
Man: Non…alles due. No…at two o’ clock.
Lady: Non alles due, per favore. Alle quattro, d’accordo? Not at two o’ clock, please. At four, okay?
Man: Le quattro non va bene. Alle cinque! Four is not fine. At five!
Mum: Ivanga ellam saapta maadhiri dhaan!
Me: *Pause Winamp* Lmao!
Besides all the kookiness, Italian lessions are molto bene! I do an hour of spoken and conversational Italian everyday and I’m hooked to it like never before!
Update: So I went to the doc and got the finger fixed and all the icky fluid removed. After four injections, I might add. Now the finger is all pain-free, happily bandaged and totally not usable!
Well, okay, not hands. Just a finger. The ring one on my right hand. And it’s ghostly white and distorted and I don’t know how. And it’s very bloody excruciatingly painful. I can’t believe I took my right ring finger so for granted. Now I can’t even drown myself in sleep, cos the dumb finger just keeps, you know, aching all the time. I hope it gets better before Monday, cos I can hardly hold a pen, let alone write my CATs. Sigh. This post just took me twice my normal time to type. *Hyperventilation*
Title: Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd
Okay, I’m thinking back to the last ten days and I can’t seem to differentiate between any two days too much, except if I’ve attended practicals at college. That’s pretty very sad. Everyday begins the same - waking up at 8-30-ish to amma saying, “Exam innimel dhaan varudhu…You remember?”, squeezing sweetlime juice, reading the paper and Bittersweet Desire. And the day goes on - reading some more, jigsaw puzzle solving, talking on the phone a few hours, going for walks if it isn’t raining and generally being online. It’s driving me crazy. Especially being online, but I can’t seem to get away from it. Time. For. Desperate. Measures.
Random Y! convo with gapp:
Gapp: sad display pic
Me: i like it. it’s nice. what’s so sad about it?
Gapp: there is a rule…
if dp is in an angle, that means the girl is oblong
if the dp is eye, lip etc… she wants to get laid etc.
Me: er…
Since when anyway. Re: this.
So today was generally a nice day, what with me getting simulation and finishing my lab exam in half hour and spending the rest of the day laughing with my cousins and niece. And to make it all awww and warm-fuzzy and you know, glowy, friends of mine come and say totally sweet stuff to me! Excerpts follow! Read the rest of this entry »
It’s 2 AM now. I just brushed my teeth with my facewash. *Puke* I’m never gonna get rid of the taste! *Yuck!* 
This evening, H opened the frig and took out our last remaining box of Ferrero Rocher. I happened to be sitting right next to the frig. We looked at the box together. There was ONE left. She looked at it and immediately handed it to me saying, “It’s the last. You take it.”
I know how much effort went into saying that sentence. I love you, H!
P.S: I didn’t take it.
Today was much fun. Since it was effectively last day of college today and tomorrow is good friend Vi’s budday, we girls decided to give her a little surprise in class. So we put enthu and got her this huuuuge 2.5 kg Chocolate Truffle Cake from Hot Breads. Imagine a big, extra-chocolatey, extra-gooey, extra-creamy and extra-spongy cake. And then double it. Since all of us are fussy little dah’lings, we decided to do none of the smashing-the-cake-in-your-face business. Instead, we just settled for gorging on it quite raucously. I, though, only had this teensy-weensy lil piece, while others were stuffing chunks of cake into their struggling mouths. All cos of this. Anyway, bought her a bottle of Charlie Gold, since she’d mentioned to me that she liked the fragrance. She was all, ‘Aww, You remembered’! Little joys, I tell you!
Apart from that, today was whole day of wastefulness and running up and down EE block. All for record bona fide. Sheesh. Things haven’t really improved from school, I guess. Upside - got OD for the whole day cos of some CAT and GRE seminar organised by Forese. For which, Mad and I were doing registrations. Apparently. So we sat around and discussed a great many pointless things, listened to some truly ghastly songs on someone’s phone and generally pretended to be very important. Oooh, also saw him a million times today and life was all content!
I look at the digital clock. It reads 3:14. I read it as π. Thank You.
At Calib yday, after B said something annoying to A.
A: I have one word for you. *Shows the finger*
B: Finger!
A (simultaneously): Actually TWO.
N: MIDDLE FINGER!
A: *head-desk furiously*
R and me laughing our heads off!
Thank You, All.
In three days of no email checking, no facebook-ing or orkutting…
Is it really true that pain and grief have the ability to touch us as no happiness can?
Watched Satham Podathey this morning, with cousin and sis. Another morning of heading to Satyam before half of Chennai even woke up. But amazingly enough, the kind of wind, notice I say wind and not breeze, that you feel zipping across the environs isn’t something you can experience anytime else! Read the rest of this entry »
Update: Anantha sent me photos of yesterday’s rainbow. Photo courtesy: Arvind Ram
Last evening, I was in the bus, lying back, looking at the sky, when suddenly, the most beautiful, most vivid rainbow I’ve ever seen appeared. I wanted to turn around and tell people, Look out of the window. But then I figured, if they were meant to see it, they would. I smiled, thinking of other people to whom the rainbow afforded respite. And then without warning, the sun started breaking out of the clouds and I watched the rainbow grow fainter, until it disappeared.
I was walking home, thinking of this, when I noticed everything around me was suffused with a warm golden light. Reflexively, I hurried home and up to my terrace with my camera. It was an amazing sight. I saw the most glorious sunset of my life, complete with rainbow and colours you wouldn’t believe possible unless you see them. And the sky! I’ve never seen a sky or sunset so breathtaking in Chennai, even at Elliot’s.
Just had THE most amazing dinner ever! Reshmi kebabs at Daawat + Kulfi from the Kulfiwala below Eden. Mmmmmmm. Oooh, you must must must check out the Kulfi - you can just feel all the pista and kesar melting in your mouth.
From wednesday to monday! Conveniently, only went to college on monday and tuesday of last week. Since then it’s been a mishmash of lots of fun things!
The first annual Indie Film Festival, organized by the IIFF, happened the whole of last week at Satyam Cinemas. Ergo, the last three days have been spent heading to Satyam at 8 30 am types for the fest. It was pretty good fun, considering I watched a few interesting films and met some old friends and made some new ones! Also, there was quite a crowd willing to make it there that early if a good movie was being screened. Sadly though, a lot of people watched the movie and walked out w/o staying for the sessions ahead. But I guess, that’s slighta expected.
Besides, a planner’s meet for the second i-fix drive happened yesterday at Casa Piccola. For which only some 6 of us turned up. We discussed some pretty interesting ideas to implement apart from the pothole-fixing drive. Anyway, reached home at about 10 after the meeting. I walked in and seeing the lights of mum’s room off, yelled “Amma’s not come uh?” to my sister. No answer. When I walk into my room, my mum’s on the comp and turned to give me a dirty max look and only said, “Don’t say anything for the next 10 minutes”. Whee. I thought I’d get screwed bigtime! Also had to put off a pretty special dinner that I had to go to. Free. Will probly make it in the three days left!
In other stuff, have been spending loads of time w/ Vids and Sriya, who’re leaving for hyd in a couple of weeks. Learnt some elementary stuff about Basel Accords from my mum, courtesy practice for her presentation. Junis are here next week! Whee - should be fun! Was supposed to go on a post-Sankhya lunch this afternoon, but was too lazy. Even OC food couldn’t tempt me!
Three of six days left. Have a bunch of things to do, including a lovely 1000-piece jigsaw! I’m thinking, it’s probably a good idea to start working on my lab records. Bleargh.
A and I have been pretty good friends for couple of years now. Though we always knew we’d be there for each other, last night’s conversation was incredibly warm-fuzzy! It’s always brilliant to know that you make a difference in someone’s life, that you make them smile and that thinking of you brings them good memories. Though he thinks I’m a kid (the kid sister he never had) and annoys me to no end, there’s reassurance in the fact that someone cares that much for you.
Like.No.Other. *deliriously happy*
Nature’s way of saying no hard feelings. =))
…sucks. Because
- It only allows iPod to transfer music from a single computer library. Plug it in to another comp, and poof! All your songs are gone!
- It thinks aac, mp3 and mpeg are the only playable formats. Bah!
- It screws up album artwork.
- It takes up HUGE system space.
- Music store sucks.
- Thinks it always has to be on top of other apps to be played/paused/stopped. Listen music on iTunes, work simultaneously on browser, press pause button, no reaction, restore iTunes, then press pause and then it stops.
- No plug-ins. Only million features no one’s interested in using. Apple should just give us a basic player/trasfer app and LEAVE the rest to plug-ins.
That’s all I can find to bitch about for now. I love Apple and I love iPod, but iTunes is just so painful. Probably will find other ways of transferring stuff to iPod!
The week that was hasn’t been particularly exciting. I’d thought that I’d go to college all five days this week, but no, that’s something I haven’t managed to accomplish this year. And also, I’d probably be the only mental person to have gone to college WITH OD. SSN Cults are going on right now and my mum refused point blank to give me permission to go. She thinks I’m going out way too much and should konjam cool it. 3 days OD, and what do I do with those? Yeah, go to college. Bleargh. Read the rest of this entry »
You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America’s Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn’t want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named ‘Bush’, ‘Dick’, and ‘Colon’.
- Chris Rock
Hmmm.
*Grin MAX*
Am going to watch Dhoom 2 NOW. NOW, NOW, NOW!!! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!
Will update story behind it later!
As expected, haven’t had patience nor time to update story. Anyway, Dhoom was HAWT. The people in it were, anyway!
As a movie, it sucked though. Loads of action, brilliant stunts and gadgets n all that. But NO story whatsoever. Zilch.
And Ash. Oh, God. *headdesk* Like V says, you can melt her and make a bucket. Fake MAX.
Anyway, you gotta watch it for Hrithik, the stunts and the choreography and cinematography. Lowe.
Update: Just woke up. CANNOT believe I slept off and forgot to go to a friend’s budday treat. Damn Me!!!!!! :O :O Can’t get any worse! *mutters darkly*
Not that it was much else before.
Anyway, all I’ve been managing to do is get up around 9, eat breakfast, read the papers and talk with my mom the first two hours of my day. Then write for awhile, lunch, write some more and sleep. Then catch a movie. It just sounds SO vagabond.
This weekend I saw The Shaolin Temple, did the Godfather marathon, Forrest Gump, Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi and Don(the older one).
Oh yeah, I also bunked college on Saturday. A friend and I discussed the current..umm…book that I’m writing. For like, half a day! He was a huge help! He actually shared a lot of his deep, dark secrets and said I could use it in the book if i wanted. We had a wonderful time! It’s about two people called Aaradhana and Raghu. I’ve no idea what genre it comes under - but I’m writing it like a mishmash of things that I’ve encountered in RL. I still think my writing sucks.
Hoping life’ll improve enough to make a post out of it.