Things I Want To Do

Since the past few days I’d been feeling a little directionless. I felt there are so many things I always wanted to do but for some reason wasn’t able to do them. So I came up with a novel (okay, well, not really novel) plan which would help me remember all those things that I want to do. Everytime I feel low or disillusioned, I’ll pop in here pick a to-do and do it (hopefully) and rhapsodise about it. The last part (rhapsodising) is the most fun part!

So, here it goes…..

Things I want to do before I am 25….

1. Find out the truth about colours. Linda Goodman's Star Signs was the first place where I read startling things about the power of colours and how they affect us. I now want to find out the truth of it all for myself. Infact, I shall be performing a little experiment of sorts soon. :D

2. Learn how to swim. Yes folks, I don’t know how to swim. Such a pity, innit?

3. Learn to play the guitar. Then I can play and sing! How cool would I be!!

4. Learn Spanish. I had once started doing a little self-teaching type course but left it after 3-4 sessions. This is the language that I’ve always wanted to learn alongwith Arabic and German.

Yes, there are many (mannnnnyyy) things I want to learn.

5. Learn how to put mascara properly.Yea, erm.... I kind of mess it everytime! *blush*

6. Learn all about lexigrams.

7. Go paragliding.

8. Go snorkelling (after I learn to swim ie).

9. Make him go down on his knees and apologise a hundred times. Don’t ask me who he is because I am not telling. Muahahaha.

10. Knit a scarf. Actually, I had started learning crochet but left it midway. So I want to learn it properly and then make woollens. I don’t like leaving things incomplete, you see.

11. Visit the chocolate factory in KL (long story so as to why I want to accomplish this particualr feat. More on that later.)

12. Sing in public.

13. Not wear my watch for a whole week and forget all about time (in that particular week). Well, people who have read this know how particular I am about being punctual et al. So I want to break free (for a week) to see what it’s like! (of course, I may not live after that paticular week).

14. Tour Tuscany. I have been fascinated by this place since I saw ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’ starring Diane Lane.

15. Shop in NYC (yay!!!).

16. Learn Calligraphy.

17. Go to Egypt (er... I think I’ve mentioned a whole lot of places, but I can’t help it. I love travelling!) and really see the ancient pyramids and the arcane sphinx for myself. Then of course, go on a little break to decode their mysteries.

18. Learn Salsa. Yes, I soooo want to learn salsa! It’s the hottest.

I think I’ll stop at 18 for now. A) I can’t remember the loads of other crazy things that I wanted to do (they come in flashes, you see). B) 18 in itself isn’t really a good number, but it adds up to 9 which is! 9 stands for action, which in this case is very much required.

Maggi

Joblessness. Boredom. Hunger. Lack of creative ideas. Lack of events. The absolute non-happening-ness of my life. Some more boredom. All this has led me to think hard about a certain something that has saved S and me (especially S, the one with the limited culinary skills) from starving. Maggi. Yes folks, it’s the good ole maggi.

Maggi has come to our rescue on numerous (say, tens of thousands) occasions. Since time immemorial, S and I have been hogging maggi down whenever one or more of the following conditions were satisfied:

>>Hungry (which is like all the time)

>>Maid not around (or even if she is there, she is in an ugly mood- so ugly that there could be a possibility of non-veg items in otherwise veg food. Get the picture, right? )

>>Classes or college in 20 minutes and there is nothing else to eat (which happens very often) (Well, I don’t eat bread, so there. Another option gone.)

>>Utterly lazy to make anything else.

Maggi- the perfect solution. Every normal person remembers occassions when they were dying of hunger and miraculously, they discovered a pack of maggi in some obscure corner of the kitchen-shelf. That joy! Incomparable! God-sent manufacturers of this miracle item, may you never go out of business.

Of course, the classic masala flavour is S’s and my favorite. The other strange dal-atta-what-not flavours are like multiple-slap-type insults to our beloved maggi. Why on earth do they come up with such ludicrous flavours? I had once tried out maggi-atta noodles. It tasted like cow-fodder with taste-maker. Seriously. I thought, probably they have cut down on the calories in their quest of making ‘healthy’ noodles. I was disappointed. Same 400-odd calories. What’s the point? Are you listening, maggi people? We do NOT want atta noodles! We want good ole maggi. Or even if you do come up with such er, innovative ideas, try cutting down the calories atleast! *rolling eyes*

Maggi is the first thing that I ever cooked (well, even boiling water and putting a mass of maida noodles into it can be classified as cooking!). Maggi is the only thing that S ever cooked (okay, kidding. She knows how to make sandwiches, omlette and tea. *wide grin*). I even remember eating kachcha maggi out of sheer frustration. It didn’t taste too bad though. You may try it, in case you haven’t done that so far (but don’t blame me for the *ahem* consequences that may follow).

So that was the saga of maggi, the saviour. I am going and making myself some of it.

Postscript: Pardon the contentlessness (I hope that's a word. If it was not till now, then now it is!) of the post. The author was frustrated, dreary-eyed and bugged when she typed it out.

Update (typed under duress): S knows how to make many other delectable dishes. She says she knows more than I can ever know in this lifetime!

Sing Along....

I have written in length about how I (and I am quite positive that many others too) associate songs and mementos with certain special events and times. So I decided to come up and record some songs that have meant a lot to me so that later on I can look back and remember those days with warm affection.

I am not normally this sadistic, but somehow, this song has always reminded me of some things that I'd rather forget. Even though the facts involving that phase of my life with which I associate this song are pretty (rather vastly) different, I have nevertheless felt those days come back to me the minute I hear this song.

Cry (by Faith Hill)

If I had, just one, tear running down your cheek
Maybe, I could cope, maybe I'd get some sleep
If I had, just one moment at your expense
Maybe all my misery, would be well spent

Yeah.... Could you cry a little
Lie just a little
Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain
I gave, now I 'm wanting
Something in return
So cry just a little for me

If your love, could be caged, honey I would hold the key
And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me
And you'd hunt ,those lies
They'd be all you'd ever find
And that'd be all you'd have to know
For me to be fine

Yeah.... And you'd cry a little
Die just a little
and baby I'd feel just a little less pain
I gave now I'm wanting
Something in return
So cry just a little for me

Give it up baby
I hear your goodbye
Nothins goin save me
I can see it your eyes
Some kind of heartache
Darlin give it a try
I dont want pity
I just, want what is mine.... (quote please!!)

Yeah... Could you cry a little
Lie just a little
Pretend that your're feeling, a little more pain
I gave now I'm wanting
Something in retrun
So cry just a little for me

Yeah... Cry just a little for me


Then there is another song which never fails to cheer me up no matter how ugly a mood I am in. Plus, this song even reminds me of Legally Blonde (beacause it is its OST) and the oh-so-uhhmazing Elle Woods which in turn inspires me to work and underlines the fact that has been recently underlined by the Adidas people too- Impossible Is Nothing.

Perfect Day (by Hoku)

Sun's up
A little after twelve
Make breakfast for myself
Leave the work for someone else
People say
They say that it's just a phase
They tell me to act my age,
Well I am

On this perfect day,
Nothing's standing in my way

On this perfect day,
When nothing can go wrong

It's the perfect day,
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
I could stay, forever as I am

On this perfect day

Sun's down
A little after ten
I pick up all my friends
In my Mercedes-Benz

Wake up
Don't tell me it's just a dream
'Cause when I've had enough
You'll hear me say,
Now don't you try to rain on my

Perfect day,
Nothing's standing in my way

On this perfect day,
Nothing can go wrong

It's the perfect day,
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
I could stay, forever as I am
On this perfect day

La la la
La la la,
Oh, oh

I'm in the race
But I've already won
(La la la)
And getting there can
Be half the fun
(La la la)
So don't stop me
Till I'm good and done,
Don't you try to rain on my

Perfect day
It's the perfect day

It's the perfect day
Nothing's gonna bring me down
I could stay, forever as I am

On this perfect day
Nothing's standing in my way,

On this perfect day,
Nothing can go wrong

I'm in the race
But I've already won
And getting there can
Be half the fun,
So don't stop me
Till I'm good and done,
Don't you try to rain on my

Perfect, day
On this perfect day
On this perfect day


The song that I now consider my 'theme song' is....

Unwritten (by Natasha Bedingfield)



I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
To the years where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah


(Well, I couldn't make anything bold over here since then I'd have had to make the whole thing bold!)


This song by Roxette is the ultimate...

It Must've Been Love (by Roxette)

Lay a whisper on my pillow,
leave the winter on the ground.
I wake up lonely,
there's air of silence in the bedroom
and all around
Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away.

It must have been love but it's over now.
It must have been good but I lost it somehow.
It must have been love but it's over now.
From the moment we touched, 'til the time had run out.

Make-believing we're together that I'm sheltered by your heart.
But in and outside I've turned to water like a teardrop in your palm.
And it's a hard winters day, I dream away.

It must have been love but it's over now.
It's all that I wanted, now I'm living without.
It must have been love but it's over now,
it's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows.


These are the major songs that I have identified with. Of course, there are loads of others which are very close to me but they aren't as touching as these.


Well, the wordings may not seem to be 'touching' as such, but their music has always struck a chord somewhere inside me and I find myself smiling or crying when they play (and when I sing them).

Fun On Orkut

A lot has been said and heard and written and read about the nefarious Orkut-Despos (ODs henceforth). They scrap corny one-liners, they send stupider than the stupidest stupid friaandship messages and some even have the gall to incessantly bombard your poor scrapbook with nothing less than madly ludicrous lines!

I have compiled some ultra-hilarious lines which have been actually lifted from my scrapbook. This has been done for sheer amusement!

OD: hi sneha,

ur lookkkkkkkkkkking so cccccccccccccccccute.

always keep smile in ur face, its look vry nice.

wnt 2 b a frnd. just reply.

Ever thought of getting a self-help spelling book?

OD: sorry u read my profile, so need to add me as a frnd

thats the rule of orkutting

Sorry, I was not aware of that rule or I wouldn't have allowed such injustice to be inflicted upon me.

OD:plssssssssssss give me a chance friend of urs,waiting 4 ur reply,give either positive or negetive reply

*speechless* *ROFL*

OD: hi,i m ***** studying mba, i m cool ,bindas ,and nicehearted,ur picture s cute, can u give me a chance to friend of urs,pls say yes/no

I think I just forgot the meaning of ‘cool’.

OD: Hi

May b my scrap is like all other who r prasing U...

But I'm saying wht I feel abt U...

Ur the most Beautiful girl I've ever come thru in Net...

Wud U mind if I stand beside U 4 a while????

I hope U'll undrstnd....

Bye....

Will wait for ur rply....

*falls off the chair laughing*

OD: hi sneha!!!!!!!!!!!

do u remember me.....

No I normally don't remember people I have never met.

OD: hi friend please permission me i am waiting

Don’t you know? Iam Cruella Devil! I don’t ‘permission’ people! Keep waiting.

OD: everybody can see the cute smile of tht girl..but i am interested to know was tht girl ready to give the snap at tht time?????dontmind i cant see the natural fantasy of ur lips in the photo...anyways u r very cute looking??????/from which college?

How profound. I have been 'moved' (off the chair and onto the floor...laughing)

OD: hi sneha after looking ur i m fell very energtic becoz of face looking very confident thats y i want make u as my friend than if u want also than i m also in ur que

Que? What que? *smirks*

OD: wat do u think ballack's gonna succeed in chelsea...?

Nice try. *smirking even more*

OD: i dont mind if u can talk to me on msn we can get back there and know each other come @hotmail.com.See i like open relations but i doubt wat kinda a guy willu like but we can catch each other on hotmail may be that helps us get a fling for each other well i m located in south mumbai so u can reply whre r u from and all my details u can get on my page too.Well i m too open and frank to talk to u just for i feel i have a fling for u

Oh you are really ‘open’. *ROFLMAO*

OD: Hi Sneha, r u really Sneha ?

y ?? coz u looking like Esha Deol.

I follow rules (that I want to follow). When the guys at orkut tell us not to upload snaps of stars, they mean it! *flattered all the same*

*smirking* (Now everyone will think I look like Esha Deol. Muahahaha.)

OD: hi lokin 4 ur acceptance>>>>>>>>>>>>>need friendship................

Bye, looking 4 saridon>>>>>>>>>>> need pain-killers…………

OD: hie sneha , hey u no here ur face xactly luks like , a melted cofee sundae , anyway , wat else ..

My all time favourite! So, it seems my face is like coffee sundae on Esha Deol’s face. *clap clap*

Product: Orkut

Description: Social network. Keep in touch with friends, find old pals, try to find new ones, irritate people, do what you want.

Requirements: Sense of humour (pj-type)

Rating: 9/10

Comments: Well, really now, Orkut is fun! The craziness and corny-ness add a special touch of insanity and ludicrousness which makes you ROFL. After all, we do need things to make us laugh, don’t we?!

Suggestion: Pleeeej send the ODs to Rapidex English Grammar Classes!!

P.s. to B : Finally!

Liberated

I have been finally liberated after a week long organised torture conducted by my college, which they have given the innocuous name of ‘exams’. My reaction to exams these days made me take a hard look at the way I have evolved as a student, rather as an exam-taker.

Back in 3^rd and 4^th standard…..(I don’t remember many of my classroom stories(which aren’t embarrassing in any way) before that)…..

…. All I wanted were A+ Excellents or at least A+ V.Goods in all my papers. We had the grading system back then (oh! What glorious days they were!) and these were the top two grades which half the class got. Plus, our class-teacher(who taught us all the subjects) was the most adorable Lata Miss!! Everyone loved her and the other sections were green with envy because she was our teacher.Hah!

5^th, 6^th , 7^th………

3 years. 9 terms. One rank. 2^nd. Due to the presence of the almighty V in my class ( his initials were V I and we used to tease him by calling him V=IR(okay, we learnt this in 8^th and that was when we called him that). Actually, if one pronounces the RHS of the equation with a certain accent, it sounds like his surname!). I still remember how he would start reciting entire chapters(yes! Stories et al) on our school picnics. He used to mug EVERYTHING up! And was(is) bloody intelligent! Leo too! Good ole days those were! Our ranks were fixed. He was always 1^st and I was always 2^nd. What was more amusing was that everyone found it strange that one person should always come only 2^nd (they thought a lot of calculation must have been made by the 2^nd ranker in order to get beaten only by one person!). Those were the days when I’d get upset after a paper if I was sure to lose more than 2 marks.

8^th………..

This year there was a little change. There was a lot of change in me, but in my exam-response pattern, there was only a little change. The 2-marks’-loss-amounts-to-paper-being-doomed theory was modified into 3-marks’-loss-amounts-to-paper-being-doomed. So, like I said, not much of a change.

And oh! I used to come first in 8th since V was no longer in my class since we'd got shuffled! Yay!!

9^th……….

There were major changes (including a change of school) which kept me upset for most of the year. I even flunked the hindi paper in the first unit test of my new school. Sheesh. Nevertheless, that was an experience all by itself! I became more liberal in my paper analysis scheme and further lowered my lower limit to 6-7 marks(in the science papers obviously).

10^th……….

This year’s exams are blurred in my memory due the enormous amount of pressure that came with the first hurdle, the first national level examinations- the boards.

Its all pretty hazy now. I don’t even remember studying for the exams. Sheesh.

11^th………..

A year of drastic changes. For the first time I experienced what it is like to sit in a class full of 150 odd students, in a heeeoooge gallery and not have a clue about what the teacher is blabbering. Sms forwards like this one made (still make) much sense---

Top 3 college rules:

1)B quiet in d class coz othrs r sleeping

2)Don’t 4get to carry ur book coz it works as a pillow

3)Keep the campus clean…

So be absent…

I even achieved mastery over the art of sleeping in class, that too while sitting in the first bench *pats herself on the back* ! It wasn’t a very difficult task really, because the teacher was least bothered about what we were upto. Everybody does their own thing in the class and no one really cares!

Being able to attempt 75% of the questions in the exam seemed to be an achievement (except for the IT paper which Abhu and I religiously attend and study for too… *smiling meaningfully* (a lot of things happen in our beloved IT class!!)).

12^th……..

Don’t ask. Actually, now that I was the one who was taking a hard look at my er….. whatever it was that I was taking a hard look at (long posts make me go off-track!), I should rephrase the last sentence as- Iam not telling.

P.S. Apparently there was a lunar eclipse on the 7^th of this month which has apparently changed many people’s lives drastically. Abhu’s life has had special pink, sugar-coated, bespectacled insertions(if you know what I mean)!!! And so has TC’s(she was previously referred to as Teju, but from now she is TC since that sounds cuter and more ticket-checker-ish. :D Anyway, they are her initials!) life. Apparently, after the 7^th she decided that she didn’t have all that huge a crush on Epu and it was Psi who was more interesting. Hmm. Well. Drastic change, I must say. Anyway, she has been trying to get me to spill the ‘drastic’ change in my life which must’ve taken place after the 7^th (according to her). Well, seriously TC, honey, sweety, sweetpea, pumpkin, nothing has changed. Really!

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I have created a new blog in order to record all my dreams. Iam still wondering whether I should make it public or not :D


Update: Okay, I took all the bhao that I wanted. :D . The dream blog is public!! yay!!

Martyrs!!

Blogowner(BO) and her sister(S) had never gone for a blood test. Naturally, they were scared to death at the thought of having a pointed object piercing their precious precious vein and sucking blood out of it. The poor creatures had not even been warned of the fact that they were going to be tortured in such a manner. The minute they woke up on Sunday morning, bright and fresh, ready to grab the sole copy of Life first and read all the gossip, they were greeted by their father’s upbeat voice urging them not to consume anything and to get ready soon so that they are on time to get their blood tested.

BO: *stopping midway with a bun in her hand which was steadily reaching her mouth* What? Are you serious? I don’t like jokes, you know. (BO is normally in an irritable mood in the morning i.e. before she is fed)

Dad: Of course I am serious beta! We have to get both of yours blood samples tested. Get ready quickly! Nana-nani also have to get theirs tested. So be quick!

BO: *with a look of horror* WHAT?!? But we weren’t told beforehand! I have other work!! *quickly thinking up excuses* My exams are starting tomorrow! I have to study for them. You want me to pass right?

Dad: Oh! It’ll hardly take an hour. We’ll be back soon. Now come fast. Iam taking the car out.

BO runs to have a quick disaster-management talk with S--

BO: *in a spy-like tone* What do we do?

S: I guess we have to go. After all the results are needed for some inportant documents or something.

BO: *a little abashed* Whatever. Iam giving blood only from my finger. They aren’t going to touch my vein!

On the way to the hospital, S made some rather insensitive recollection about how this once a nurse was very careless with dadi’s syringe or something and blood had started to come out in large amounts. At this, BO gulped so loudly that nana-nani thought there was a frog or something in the car.

After reaching the hospital, BO and S learnt that the room where their blood was to be collected in a department which was somewhat underground--

BO: *with look of fear* They do the blood-sucking business down in the dungeons so that the victims can’t run away!

S: Smart people, the architects!

BO: *getting nasty thoughts and visualising gory things* What if the needle doesn’t pierce the vein the first time? What if they keep poking till they locate the vein? What if it gets stuck in your vein? Who is going to take the blood, by the way?

Nani: The technician.

BO: *gulp**sweating copiously* A technician?!?! Isn’t the doctor supposed to do it? Technicians are supposed to repair TVs and all!

Nani: No beta. They are trained in all this. The doctor is busy with other things, you know.

BO: *on the verge of fainting* Er…….

At that fateful moment at which the world might have seen the dramatic swooning of BO, BO and co reached the waiting area where S and BO slumped on the chairs like zombies. S had suddenly picked up optimism and positive-thinking vibes from some unknown source—

BO: *blabbering like a lunatic* Okay, Dad will go first. Then nana-nani. Then I’ll go. You’ll go in the end. I don’t want to be the first person neither do I want to be the last. So this, according to me is the best possible sequence…..

S: *with gleaming eyes* Its okay. Don’t get so worked up. Think of it this way- if we can go through threading, then a little prick on the skin should be nothing. Right?

BO: *frowning* Er.. yea, I guess.. but threading is for beautifying purpose nah. The rewards are high! So that gives one the courage to sit through it.

S: *sounding irritated* Don’t think so much now!

Suddenly, they realized that someone had called out S’s name and that the others had already gotten their blood samples collected.

BO: Shit! Plan chaupat! Best of luck though!!

S: *giggles and gulps after giggling*

In no time, she was done and BO was to go in next!! BO entered the place. The spooky looking place. There was a chair which looked like a chair meant for electrocuting people. The technician asked her to sit down. She sat down. He got a red band and tied her upper arm with it. He asked her to make a fist out of her hand. She did so. She was looking the other way when he pierced her vein with the syringe. She didn’t even feel it! However, she could feel it as it was left in that manner for 3-4 seconds to collect some blood. Ick! She kept looking the other way as he removed the syringe and then drew a long breath.

Phew! The techie (BO had grown to like the fellow since he wasn’t a jerk and did his job well) put a cotton ball and asked her to fold her elbows till the blood clotted.

BO left the room with a wide smile on her face. She then met S who came rushing to her and ---

S: *looking concerned* Why did u scream like that?

BO: *genuinely shocked* Did I er… scream? I think not! I think you just heard me tell him to remove that thing quickly. Er.. I am surely didn’t scream!

After things finally seeped into BO’s and S’s thick skins, they realised that they were done with the ordeal! Yay!! This realisation was followed by a little victory jig by the two and they proclaimed themselves as true martyrs. Nana-nani and Dad looked concerned about their absurd behaviour. Then followed a little field-trip around the hospital to the BP-checking centre where everyone gladly got their BPs checked. Everything normal there. Except for the part where BO was referred to as a ‘child’ by the nurse. S’s BP was 110/70 and BO’s was 100/60. Dad seemed to be a little concerned over this difference since everybody thought BO and S were carbon copies of each other. The nurse dismissed all his apprehension by saying that this was ‘normal for children’. What-ever.

BO, S and co merrily drove back to rhapsodise about their conquest to mother. Mother was most pleased but started pestering BO to ‘eat more’ when she learnt BO’s sugar level was just at the lower boundry (76 to something is supposed to be normal. BO’s is 75.5). S was pretty shocked to learn that all her ‘levels’ were normal. She was expecting a low or high something. Strange, huh?

Well, after all this drama, BO and S were very pleased with themselves for having overcome this hurdle and hoped that their bloodtestophobia had gone forever and ever!

Chin-Twin

While looking at the mirror, I had always wondered why my Co-creators had made me the way they had. My chin had always been a subject of concern (for me). Why didn’t my chin look like everybody else’s? I didn’t know how to describe it and how exactly it differed from ‘normal chins’. It was just, different.

Once in class, Abhu and I were talking about some inane things when suddenly our facial features were brought up. I don’t know why but she said my chin was….er… yes, this is what she said, ‘pointed’. Naturally, I was pretty appalled at having my chin being insulted this way! I didn’t say anything at that point because somewhere inside, a little voice told me, “Honey, you do have a strange pointed chin to be frank.”

Since then I had been gazing at myself in the mirror, wondering about all those people who could possibly have such a feature(I am a firm believer that when you have someone else to suffer with, the suffering becomes much lesser-- the we-go-down-together theory). I started noticing people’s chins very intently. I think some of them must have passed me for a moron when they found me looking fixedly at the region below their lips. Hmm… I can be very strange, you know.

One fine day, while surfing channels, I happened to see a trailer of a ReeseWitherspoon starrer. There it was!! *jumping on the couch* It was in that one second of enlightenment, of supreme illumination that I found my chin-twin!! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Reese Witherspoon is my chin-twin (sorry to Ms.Witherspoon for any bad publicity this may cause *blush blush*)!!!

I rushed to the mirror to observe my chin for about 12 minutes or so after which I confirmed, that yes indeed, she was my god-sent chin-twin.

I think these images clearly show the pointed-ness of her chin. Now, you mustn’t think I resemble her in any way whatsoever, because I don’t (unfortunate people like me can only wish!). I am pretty much a troll *sniff* to look at. Only my chin is similar to hers, this is what I think. (This is the advantage of blogging almost anonymously. People don't know the real you! *1000-watt smile*)

I might even outdo Joey at finding body-part twins. This little bit of information is for the entertainment of curious readers. My hand-twin, nose-twin and collar-bone-twin is one of my sister’s best friends, Sal(oh yes, I do have a collar-bone-twin!)(you see, both of us have lovely *vain & dreamy look* jutting collar bones).

I am signing off with a note of thanks to Ms.Witherspoon for being born with that fabulously unique (well, not so unique) chin which must be making hundreds of pointed-chinned girls around the world rest in peace that they have company!