You know, after a point, the whole deal about ‘vacations’ gets a tad boring. Heck. A lot boring if you don’t particularly engage yourself in worthy ‘activities’ (perhaps this would give me some ideas of what to include in the ‘activities’ section in my Orkut profile, which by the way, I must say is the stupidest question that one can ever be asked. Would breathing qualify as an ‘activity’? Say?) that keep you from wanting to sleep or only listen to your ipod or read endlessly or some such.
Talking about Orkut, there is new breed of fraandshippers that I have unfortunately come across. They try to ‘make fraandship’ with you by taunting you in some way, or asking you pathetically stupid questions on something that MAY interest you. For instance, this one particular fraandshipper (it should be in the dictionary by 2009, I say!) asks me:
“So, astro girl, what is it about astrology that interests you?” (in horrid grammar which I am incapable (thankfully) of reiterating over here)
I really felt like replying and going like ‘na na na na’ (you know, with the whole making of faces, pulling of tongue and wiggling about, like they do when a team is badly losing) ‘I didn’t fall for THAT haha’, but I resisted. Making their victim reply is the sole purpose of slothful frandshippers and EYE (to emphasise on I) am not going to let them have that pleasure. So, smart me did not reply. I couldn’t resist telling SOMEONE, so I blogged. Hee. *blush*
However, the most common breed of fraandshipper that I have come across is, quite obviously, the one who sends an ‘h’ followed by a string of ‘i’s whose purpose I still haven’t figured out. I mean, WHY would anyone scrap any random person ‘hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’ ? Why? Do you know? I don’t know!
Maximum pity is, neverthless, felt for those who send their whole bio-data in one scrap. God save them. Please. This particular breed of fraandshippers, somehow, reminds me of Dr.Batawekar and his beloved cow with white teeths who is so attractiu that grasses comes flying to her teeths. How louly. I don’t know! They simply remind me of Batawekar (for the uninitiated, Dr. Batawekar is a character, a rather hilarious one, who features in a string of ads for Happydent White chewing gum).
Among other things, Abhu and I, who SO love BJB Chaat (this is the chaat this is available outside our college. Since college is called BJB blah blah, the name of the chaat wala’s chaat is BJB chaat) did NOT get to eat some on our last day of college. Sad, righ? We were shocked that the chaat wala wasn’t there. Instead, we settled for some alu-dum-dahi-vada (which is served in a leafy bowl along with a single toothpick) which was heavenly. We had never tried that out! Well, the most interesting and challenging yet fun part was to eat all that with a toothpick. It IS an art. Really. But when it comes to eating, Abhu and I are unstoppable. We have such congruity in what we want to eat (absolutely anything that looks and tastes good), when we want to eat (absolutely any time of the day) and how much of it we want to eat (as much as our stomach can fit without tearing at the sides) is delightful. I would say, we are meant to eat together. On the other hand, TC is the one who looks disapprovingly at us (and with a certain amount of disbelief that we can manage to gormandize the manner in which we do) and eats like half of what we do. Heehee *sigh* We shall all miss these food trips. The joys of eating. *sigh*
I cannot write anymore! I must go and eat something delicious now. This reminds me of my Enid Blyton days, when I could read ONLY with a plate of yummy chocolates and sandwiches next to me, for all those scenes when the famous five would ‘lunch’ on ginger beer, marshmallow, sandwiches that Aunt so-and-so had made for them, bacon and eggs, milk etc. It is torture to read Blyton’s books without some food near you for immediate consumption!
S, Abhu and more fun!!
Labels: abhu, calvin, convo, misc, news, Self, weird sisters Tuesday, November 07, 2006Lots of things have happened in the past week....
Firstly, Abhu and I finally went and paid the canteen fellow our dues while he shot nasty glances at us. Read this to know what had happened earlier!
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Secondly, Abhu happened to entertain me once again with another of her chemi lab faux pas. She really has a stock of them ready of boring afternoons! Today, we were supposed to perform an experiment, a part of which required us to take some dil. acid in a test tube and add it to another solution and blah blah. I was rinsing the burette while Abhu was to fetch a test tube and fill 10 ml of acid in it. She went to the test tube area (or whatever). She returned after 2 minutes. I was merrily rinsing away to glory when I heard a frightened Abhu shriek with horror…
Abhu:*looking at her finger* OOOOHHHH there was acid in that test tube!!
Test tube falls and breaks.
Me:*disgusted* Hullo! You have broken the damn test tube.
Abhu:*washing her finger under the tap* I didn’t break it! It broke on its own. It had acid in it!
Me: Er… is it wise to wash skin with acid on it with water? It should be er.. an exothermic reaction producing a lot of heat and all nah? Your finger should be burning. And what do you mean by there was acid in the test tube?
Abhu: Yeah, there was acid in it. That’s why it broke. And there isn’t ANY exothermic reaction taking place. *mutters something incomprehensible*
Me: Whatever. Hullo!! Test tubes don’t go breaking when they hold acid in them! *giggles wildly*
Abhu: *blushes shades of pink* Er… well.. whatever. I didn’t break that test tube though. It just… broke. Mysteriously or something.
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Thirdly, TC, Abhu and I have made the second page of the Times of India!! One morning, while I was online, orkutting I guess, an excited S (sister) rushed into the room with the paper in her hand and pointed towards the picture of a girl with brilliant, gorgeous, absolutely envy-worthy hair sitting with her back towards the camera at some café…
S: *smiling meaningfully* Who’s this?
Me: *with an air of nonchalance* That’s me and my hair duh. *tubelight jalti hai* OMG!! That is SOOO me!! And Abhu, with her profile visible and TC with her whole damn face visible!! Woah! We’re celebrities!
S: Where and when was this?? And why have they picked pictures of nut-cases like you to write a story on ‘GenX’ ?
Me: Excuse me?
S: Nevermind, carry on.
Me: This was back in August! The four of us- me, TC, Abhu and T (another friend) (taurean friend) had been to CCD for a while. We were just having coffee when this reporter type fellow came and started clicking pictures around the café. This has happened many times before also, but no one ever printed our picture! Well, anyway, they were lucky we were there that day. *gestures around like a movie star*
S: Shut up. I have been on TV, newspaper AND on radio. You are only getting the taste of stardom.
Me: Hullo?? This is my second time in the newspaper, okay? First time I’d made the front page! That too not as some anonymous teenager, but well, as an anonymous (but really nice) dancer. Hmp!
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Fourthly, S has discovered a novel way of shooing ants away. Read this to learn more about S’s enchantment with ants. She says, if one whispers lightly to a group of ants, they disperse. One mustn’t talk loudly. Only whisper. She even demonstrated this little thing to me. My! Was I surprised! It works, people, it does! Try it :)
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Fifthly, I have successfully downloaded Dark Side Of the Moon. I listened to it (only a couple of times so far). I liked it. Suk, tu bach
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Sixthly, this one describes my mood rather well…
I hear you Calvin, I hear you!
She wrote the journals in a frenzy, took a shower, had her lunch and was off to college. She attended the first class and the first (phy) practical class with Abhu. In the phy lab the two girls couldn't get enough of giggling. They were giggling so uncontrollably (in their minds and even on the exterior) that Abhu let out little giggles right under Ma'am's nose while she was demonstrating a certain experiment which required utmost attention. They thanked their lucky stars that Ma'am didn't notice that and safely left the lab without getting screamed at. They had an hour in between, so the two of them decided to go to the canteen and do a little pet-pooja. BO demanded that Abhu should treat her this time since she had gone broke feeding Abhu. Abhu agreed. They got their stuff and were giggling and talking and eating when they were joined by a third friend, Curly Haired Goat (CHG) (Goat because she is a capricorn. Curly Hair because, duh, she has curly hair). CHG also got some food for herself and BO made Abhu treat CHG also to which Abhu agreed.
They ate.
They left.
They forgot to PAY the canteen-fellow.
And this was remembered by ABHU when they were returning home, 2 and a half hours later. She smsed BO to let her know of ‘their’ blunder but BO conveniently decided that SHE was guilty of no crime since it was ABHU’s treat.
Then…..
In their chem practical class, they were supposed to perform an experiment, a part of which consisted of diluting the bench acid with distilled water and then again performing some other steps to get a certain value which should be close to 10 or so. If one doesn’t dilute the acid properly then they can get wild results. Abhu and BO were doing the experiment together. BO had washed and filled the measuring flask with the required amount of acid and sent Abhu to fetch a wash bottle containing distilled water. Abhu went, found a wash bottle which was empty, filled some water-like substance from a large jar which had a label ‘Distilled Water’ and came back. They diluted the acid, shook it properly et al and performed the following steps. They got a value of 1.3 instead of a 10ish value! They got such a value 2-3 times. This indicated that the acid was pretty strong. How come? They wondered. They told Ma’am that they were getting a value of 1.3. She got majorly pissed with the lab assistant(LA) since she thought he must not have prepared the chemicals properly. But the LA turned defensive and told her that some other groups had got proper values like 9.4, 9.6 etc. They testified. BO and Abhu blushed a deep shade of crimson-red.
Where could the mistake be? After a lot of back-tracking, it was found out that the jar labelled ‘Distilled Water’ actually contained acid!! Abhu had filled acid in the wash bottle in place of water! Of course, BO was quick to chide her. How could she not see the yellow tinge and figure out that it wasn’t water but acid? When they charged the LA with placing mis-leading labels he smiled and asked them if their lab was advanced enough to store distilled water. How on earth were THEY supposed to know THAT? Anyway, they made several attempts to talk in loud tones when people from their class passed by…. Just to let them know that it wasn’t really their fault and they were very skilled chemistry students who obviously cannot make such grave mistakes!
“ Yaaa… the jar had ACID instead of WATER…”
“ How were WE supposed to know that???”
“It’s the LA’s fault… our experiment was perfectly fine otherwise!”
“Yes yes… the acid was too strong…. That’s why we got 1.3”
Such image-damaging incidents led BO and Abhu to think they must tread carefully on the 23rd of every month.
God bless them!
Amen and Awomen.
We have our IT practicals every Sunday at a certain NIIT branch. Today was no exception. Abhu and I entered the lab, took our seats, exchanged hey-wassups with friends and waited for ma’am to come. However, who did come in through that door was an odd figure wearing a orange-yellow-striped shirt and a pair of ill-fitting *ahem* black pants. He had curly hair (the most unflattering kind), wore a strange I-am-in-charge-type smile and held a bunch of postcard-sized yellow cards. Words started spilling out of his mouth, very few of which were deciphered by a scandalised Abhu (scandalised because she is least accomodating when it comes to people who don’t seem to know what they’re saying) and a on-the-verge-of-bursting-into-wild-giggles me. I made a mental note of recording all that he said.
….Myzelv blah blah. Yie yam the {fuzzes up the word} head ower here. Today, yie yam yere to giff you some knowledge on the real world scenario and jov frosfects yin thee Yie Tee industry…. Today, ower buddy lenguase says a lot about who we are. Our buddy lenguase shows iff we are convident, shows ower convidence…. Like yie am a convident man {gesticulates around his body} yie know what yie bhaant. Ower buddy lenguase shows ower buddy parts (methinks- oooohhh?? Really?!) bhaat we are composed of… what makes up ower buddy …. (Abhu sniggers)… my convidence is my strens… bhaat is yooer strens? {asks me}
Er… as in.. okay, people say I am articulate….
End yooers?? {motioning towards Abhu}
Umm.. I can analyse well (methinks- hehehhhheeehh)
Yooou?? {to another fellow}
Blah blah
(he asked many other people what their ‘strens’ was)
Wokay… bherry good.. so.. are you looking for a good carrier?
Abhu: Obviously. D-uh (she actually said that loud!)
Obviously eh?? Yes yes…. So, what is a carrier?
Your professional life?
Job?
Work?
No, that is not carrier
Me and Abhu let out little giggles.
{looks into one of the cards} Would you like companies to run after you? Bhaat can you do to make company run after you?
Student: Cheat them and lootofy millions from them?
Blah sniggers.
Abhu: Join NIIT. Hah!
heheheh… {blushes} yes yes. Well… but.. hehehe
Abhu: That’s what you were getting to.
Heehhe…. Well, I am working for an organijasun so I will say my organijasun is best. But I will not force you to join. Choice is yooers.okay… {tries desperately to change subject} {looks into the card} Are yoou yinterested to know about yie tee jobs?
Abhu: {sitting up straighter and turning on an expression of utmost attention} Um… yea..
We are having a workshop here… 3 days… you send yooer phriends on day 1 and 2 and you come with them on day 3.
Student: So, we aren’t really invited for the first two days?!
Yes yes you are. But get yooer non-Yie Tee phriends. Yie will give yoou theej cards which you will distribute among yooer phriends. Okay? Okay.
{gives out the cards}
{walks towards the door. Peeks in and says—If I don’t see yoou and yooer phriends then next Sunday……….. }
Abhu and I went into hysteric-giggling-mode after blah left.
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Note: No offence meant to NIIT or blah blah!! :D
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
With not so much of a bang, so ,er lets just say that I am back. I hadn't updated this space since a long time, well, simply because I was too lazy to do so *talk about being a lazy libran*.
Even though I was not my best this last month, quite a few things have surely happened. Like, Abhu has got specs (poor thing, she has been pestering me to teach her my oh-so-effective-and-popular eye exercises since that day) ; Gopala(of course, name changed! who on earth has names like this ?! ) (by the way, I was inspired to call Gopala, well, that after watching a certain madly hilarious episode of the Great Indian Comedy Show) came, lived with us for a month and now she is gone; the rain gods are happy and its raining here, and , I haven't done my routine pilates this last month due to which it is now much difficult to tell me and a bovine creature apart.
So. Talking about rain, I was wondering about the kind of feeling that rain generates in us indians. In which other country would rain be associated with a myriad of senti-menti things?! Rain, firstly, saves us from practically a natural-oven that most parts of the country seem to become during the summer months. *phew* . Bollywood has very successfully linked hoardes of lovey-dovey songs to baarish. Then, there is the very famous pakoda-chai combo (only pakoda for me! Read this) which is an absolute must, atleast for the first few rains of the season. And god knows how many other ways in which heavy showers (accompanied with wind!!yay!!)(Note:. Yay!! only when I don’t have to go anywhere out and can sit and enjoy or sleep or ruminate or do whatever I feel like at home) make us sing “Its raining men!!” (god bless Geri for that)
Abhu has, all of a sudden, grown more possessive of her ‘classmates’. (given she is a Capricorn, this sudden change is not much of a shock to me, plus, as I said, the last month I was too lazy to even ponder over such things or express any feeling of shock or horror.) This certain object of my desire(not really, more of an eye candy)(called psi) *blush blush* is unfortunately in her class. So, everytime I wish to view this character, I have to pretend that I want to talk to her(which isn’t complete pretention after all). I take the pain to get my posterior off, walk to her classroom (all this happens at our dear tutorial classes… yea, this is what happens!) summon her out of her class and surreptitiously try to position myself in such a way so that I can get a clear view of psi. But, not so easily-is what is playing on Ahbu’s mind!! She pulls me to the other end of the corridor, where I can see no one but eye-karelas, the peons and the people-with-the-attendance-registers. Sheesh! What a waste.
Nevermind. Now, this month, I have promised myself I won’t waste it away(yea, like the millionth time I have made this particular promise). But, I mean it this time!! Really! *innocent and sincere smile* . To Abhu’s pleasure college is reopening this week(because she gets to see and drool over theta then)(Note: theta is another person who has been so named for reasons that are best understood without anything being said by me)(thou don’t worry, I shalt write in length about our MGs)(enough now!) . So, I better get cracking now.
To Abhu: Don’t kill me after reading this!! Pretty please! *smiles like a baby* *batting eyelashes with the smile still there*