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Saturday, July 29, 2006

Paint my nails! Make my hair!!
I want to fall asleep. Isn’t that dreamy, drowsy feeling when someone pampers you just the ultimate? I have the good fortune of experiencing that feeling more often than before, thanks to my maid. She is the all girly-girly-slumber-party-lover-sorts. She makes it a point to paint my, my sister’s and my mom’s nails every two weeks. She tries out new(and old) hairstyles on me each time she gets a chance to lay her paws on my oh-so-silky hair.

This feeling of bliss is probably alien to many a male who hasn’t had the luck to feel the acetone evaporating from his nails (apart from the weird road-side-romeo types with a long red pinky finger-nail *yuck*). At times, I feel the life of a male could be so drab. No pretty make-up, no gloss to fuss about, no cute tops to compare with your girlfriends, no silky-straight-super-shiny-hair-to-die-for (the four Ss that must describe your hair), no barbie when you are young, no pink stuff to adorn your room, no jewels and trinkets (sheesh!! That is *such* a pity!!)(of course, I do have a certain aversion to guys/men who wear chunky jewellery. It looks pretty cheap, you know), no nail polish, no girl-talk and soo many other things that make life techni-colour!!

Me is proud to be a gal!


Friday, July 21, 2006

Ya, I know I am pathetic. This is probably the closest I get to *serious* sketching. This is a product of my oh-so-over-flowing-creativity which oozes in copious amounts during boring lectures. Doodling is better than sleeping nah? So, this fine day I surprised Abhu with my skills with the brush (rather flair fortune pen, should I be paid for advertising? ) and had her in her usual "you-be-upto-such-inane-out-of-my-league-things-you-silly-girl"fit!!

Okay, these are some of the teachers at my tutorial. The first one was sketched in loving memory (especially for Abhu) of the very *famous* physical chemistry teacher who has now left the insti for reasons that God alone knows. Anyway, he always had an uncanny knack for being at the centre of all possible rumours, so, suits him good.

The second sketch is that of our pot-bellied physics teacher who is oh-so-rolly-polly-n-cute. The wayward curves here and there were made in an attempt to display this feature, in vain though. So this sketch obviously did not cut the mustard since it doesn't exactly showcase his cute chubbiness (is that even a word?).

Hmm. This part has been censored (am I following the footsteps of our doomed govt. or what?) by the blogowner in the best interest of her health and well-being. She suddenly got a feeling that all her teeth may be knocked off in the near future which is why these drastic steps are being taken. Thank you for your cooperation. New readers may kindly ignore this paragraph.

The fourth one is pretty straight. Its our math teacher. The one who threatens (lovingly of course, but not always!) to chuck us out of the window if we can't vomit out the formulae for the perpendicular-distance-of-a-point-from-a-line and such in less than a picosecond.

So. This work of *art* has indeed given me a lot of "personal satisfaction". May many more similar dull classes be spent in such "constructive" activities.

Oh! I almost forgot! When I showed Abhu these pearls of mine, she absolutely refused to accept that 1 looks like that *certain* teacher of ours! In fact, she started scribbling weird "thetas" in my notebook. I retorted by unleashing another of my masterpieces - Abhu herself!!

Statutory Warning- Before you have a look at this picture, please keep a glass of water by your side.
P.s.To Abhu- Revenge of the betrayed!! haha!! :P


Thursday, July 13, 2006

Days should have been atleast 40 hours long and all the clocks, watches or anything that shows the ‘time’ should be destroyed. What is this life? Iam totally chained by my watch. What I do every hour of the day is decided from the day before. All spontaneity has vanished. No time to day-dream(barring those 45 mins in college when Phulbani Sir is droning away to glory). No time to blog. AND to add a cherry to the cake (yea right), something has gone wrong with my previous pretty-pretty template and I have to make do with this drab one for a while. Hmp.