I had been reading some lines of a poem which was a part of our course in Alt. English. They went something like this… and they made me spiral into some rather strange questions...
“This is a man who talks of pain
As though it belonged to him alone.
Maybe he has invented it himself
And made a virtue of it.”
(Of a Questionable Conviction by Jayanta Mahapatra)
This led me to think whether I too hold any resentment and pain within me. Am I living in denial or is it that I have not seen anything ‘real’? Why is it that I find it difficult to be morbid about anything for more than a day or two? (Yes believe me, being upset is such a rage these days that I feel left out at times and start questioning myself!) Am I living in a bubble? Why are so many people depressed and go about proclaiming their depression as if it’s something to be proud of? Do I get everything so easily that I have (almost) nothing to feeling bad about? To be depressed about? Have I had it so easy that I haven’t really gone through the ‘polishing and cutting’ phase would would eventually ‘mould me into a stronger being’? Am I actually very weak within?
Then I came across these words while reading Shantaram(it's in my Currently Reading section), which by the way is a must-read for all of you. This definition of suffering, gave something to think about—
"Suffering , of every kind, is always a matter of what we've lost. Real suffering is measured by what's taken away from us."
I agree. I couldn’t change it or better it in any way (of course this is only one instance of the author’s way with words. The book is sprinkled with quote worthy lines, many of which are debatable which in turns adds to the fun.)
So, going by that definition, I should really be suffering. But suffering isn’t being miserable. It’s just there, somewhere inside. I wish I could have some things back, which I can’t.
Then, may be what I have lost never really topped my priority list. Yes, they may not have. That’s because I always took those for granted! And that doesn’t decrease the suffering in any way.
You may think, what you’ve lost isn’t probably that big, so you don’t feel it. Okay then, so I take you away from your home to some place you’ve never liked living in (because you haven’t really ever lived there), turn your life upside down, take you away when you think you’ve got friends for life and then ask you to start all over again. Then you’re asked to ‘make new friends’ and ‘fit in’ and ‘do the right things to be in the good books of people’. I make you feel horrible, suffocated and lost.
So, it isn’t really a small thing. Of course, many lessons were learnt and tests were passed. In those first 2 years when I felt I (at times) could just die, I had once called up this friend after a long long time. It was diwali. I didn’t think she’d recognize my voice. She knew it was me the minute I said hello. When I asked her whether my voice hadn’t changed at all, she said it had changed but it still had the ‘happy ring and enthusiasm’ in it which she was sure only one person she knew in the whole wide world could have despite all that she may be going through. (me). That did make me feel glad, to be honest. And since then, I have started noticing if people whom I’ve never spoken to before on phone recognize my voice the first time. They always do and they tell me the same thing that the old friend told.
This again led me to think that yes, I may be suffering (but I am not ‘depressed’ or ‘miserable’. You can suffer silently without being a pessimist) but I don’t let that be the major part of me. I haven’t got everything...anything... easily. I have been through my share of testing time for this phase of my life. I have gone through the ‘polishing and cutting’ phase which I am sure many people my age haven’t even gotten a clue about. A lot of time people do get annoyed with me for not getting annoyed with them. Strange!
Despite all this, I somehow manage to see the silver lining. I don’t need anybody’s pity. I don’t need to be morbid to be different. I am already different, just by being the happy me. So don’t ask me why I keep smiling so much because I’ll only tell you one thing- I find things to smile about even where there isn’t anything, because if I didn’t, I’d probably have become a coke-addict or a chain smoker or a total goner by now. And I am never going to be those things. The only thing that can help one out of their lonliness, ‘depression’ and addiction is addiction to something else- happiness. You’ll never feel the need to drug yourself to be happy. That’s the way we were made. When we were children we never needed a ‘fix’ to get a ‘high’. We were always ‘high’, if you ask me. You don’t need to feel 'low' which would lead you to do things to make you artificially and temporarily feel high. So why take so much trouble? Feeling low isn’t cool, at least not in my book, so why feel that way?
Please Note:
1)Yes, I have digressed a hundred times in this post and even I don’t know what the actual topic of the post should be.
2)These are my views and they work for me.
3)I am not an intolerant person who despises addicts (to anything ie). I just wish they’d see the light within instead of searching the whole world for it.
4)No, I am not preaching. In case you thought I was, then you should look ‘preach’ in the dictionary. I am just saying what I want to say since this is MY blog.
5)Yes, 'happy' is a very general and relative term. I have used it to only denote not being sad and upset and just being pleased in general.
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No, I didn’t turn into a werewolf and scare the hell out of S (sister).
No, I didn’t start sleepwalking and break half the things in my house while doing such a thing.
No, I didn’t go to a zombie-haunted house to give the zombies a fright (heh, that would be fun though).
So, what was it that I did at midnight? Okay… I just freaked out and did what I do best- act like a lunatic!
It was around 11.45 in the night, S was busy doing something online while I was getting bored in the background. So I decided to clean out my clothes shelf which was desperately screaming out to me--- “DO something about me you..you..you……!”
So, I decided to oblige and set down to removing all the clothes and arranging them and blah blah. Everytime I indulge in this activity, I find something that totally makes me happy and this time it was my old school skirt!! I couldn’t find the shirt neither could I find any other set of uniform. I then remembered, while packing (before moving) Mom had warned me to leave all my ‘unnecessary’ stuff back which could be given away to the bai but I had slipped in my beloved skirt and given away the rest. Oh how I ADORE this skirt. Once in school while I was hanging out in the corridor between classes, this really scary teacher whom I didn’t like was doing her ‘rounds’. When she saw me, she was like—
“Your skirt is like one foot long! You must get another one stiched!”
To which I replied—
“Sorry but it actually is about 1.3 feet long and I won’t be here much longer so I won’t be getting any more skirts stiched!” *smiles*
Her expression was somewhat puzzled and amused at the same time! :D
That was my favourite piece of uniform that I ever owned! I was so overcome with emotions that I even took a snap of it to put it up here. *sigh*
After the skirt-gazing and skirt-photo-clicking I continued with my pursuit of rearraging my clothes when I came across this absolutely warm, fuzzy black shirt with a little butterfly on it! I wore that and clicked like a thousand pictures of myself where one could easily pass me off for a sleep-deprived zombie (er, I think sleep-deprived is contained in the word zombie, but still). All this while S was blithely unaware of my adventures right behind her back and was doing her work peacefully.
Then I came across my wrap around skirts which I hardly wear. Anyway, they were there- all washed and ironed and neatly(?) kept. I started messing around with one of them. I tied the little stringies around my neck and started yelling “Woohoooo here comes Superwoman!” while performing an act of mock flying to which S nonchalantly replied with a practised yawn (she’s pretty used to me acting like a mental-asylum-patient-on-the-loose).
After the flying around ceased, a brilliant idea struck me. I wore the wrap around skirt in an absurd way which was held together by a banana clip on the back (heh) and the stringies at the neck. A pink shiny diva-like belt was worn on the waist to keep the frills and folds of the skirt-turned-dress together. 6-inch heels were worn. Holy mother of God! I asked S to turn around and told her this was my mock-red-carpet outfit. I quickly justified such behaviour of mine by saying I had been looking at fugly people too often these days! S gushed—
“OMG! It seriously looks like those things they wear!”
Then I started posing with one leg in front of the other, waving out, flashing fake smiles and catwalking around and still managing to look perfectly sane for the first time in the evening! S responded to all this diva-act with—
“OMG! You look like Malaika Arora!”
Thengew berry muds!! (I assume everybody has received and read that forward by now!)
No. That was a serious compliment, really! Hee. I do kind of do like Malaika. So, you know…
After all this I am giving fashion designing a serious thought. Erm. No, on second thoughts, I shouldn’t become a fashion designer. If I do, my models will all end up walking the ramp in wrap around skirts and PJs!! :D
All this activity has left me a little drained (did I mention that before all this cleaning started, I was busy dancing away to glory?). Old age is really getting to me! Okay, I take the last sentence back! It’s high time my PBT (Post Birthday Trauma) passed. Okay. Yes. No more PBT. Smiles :)
Of late, S has been thinking a lot (I suppose) and has been adorning our conversations with ‘witticisms’.
I have recollected and documented two such incidents in the following lines.
Scene 1:
S was sitting on the bed with books (and clothes, and bags and phones and every imaginable item that a 17 (newly turned*blush*#) year old Libran could possibly own) scattered all over it. I was rummaging around for some books or something and noticed a frown (very rare in case of S!) on her face. Of course, I acted as if I hadn’t seen it. She waited for me to acknowledge the frown and ask her what was up and when enough time had elapsed and she got no favourable response form me, she remarked wisely—
“Sneha ke books- na shelf ke, na bed ke”
(inspired by the doggie lokokti)
Wah wah!
Scene 2:
This is an unsaid, unwritten law in our house. When either of the two weird sisters is sitting on the comp (okay, not sitting ON the comp, but working on the comp. it’s just a way of saying this same thing, okay?!) the other feels an incredible urge to displace that sister and herself occupy the comp (okay… you got it!) even though she has much better work to do. In order to accomplish this feat, the second sister starts roaming around the comp-chair and peeking into the screen, all of which are clear indications of her desire to oust the incumbent comp-user.
One evening, I was merrily reading blogs, orkutting, checking mails blah blah when S started exhibiting all the properties of the second sister (as stated in the law above). Now, as I have already once mentioned, I HATE it when people look into my work and the comp is no exception. I always get irritated and cranky when this happens and minimize all the windows and drive her away before I regain my normal, calm and composed state.
However, this time, S said she DID NOT want the comp and only offered me one of her wisecracks—
“We are like honeybees and the comp is the honey” *eyes gleaming*
Wah wah!
Will anyone ever run out of sources of entertainment with sisters like THESE around?
I tell you, even brother-brother jodis aren’t as good as sisters! And I loathe Ms.De for writing a book on two ‘sisters’ at emotional war with each other. Hullo. They are proper ‘sisters’ neither by blood nor by any form of emotional bonding whatsoever. Then why call the books ‘Sisters’ and make ‘sisters’ look so bitchy? I don’t like that woman! No one has the right to tarnish the pure bond of sisterhood, as Elle rightly pointed out in Legally Blonde (LOVE that movie and ADORE Elle).
#- I have no clue why I blush when I say I am 17. I just feel a little old and weary now. Sigh!Someone who lived in the college hostel has committed suicide. Yet another case. Exam season, so it’s likely that more such cases will be reported now that December is close. It’s pretty upsetting to see (alright, hear) such things happening around this time of the year, every year. Why? Why can’t proper counsellors and Student Advisors be made available to students who need someone to talk to? Most of the time, it’s lack of communication of what’s troubling one that causes the sufferer to cause such things to happen. Miserable.
The technician guy who had been called by my Dad to come over to load a new OS has screwed my existing one and didn’t even load the other one. So basically all my data was at stake like 4 hours ago. The funniest part was when he produced a 64 MB pen drive to take back-up of my old data (we wanted to get the damn thing formatted). I even let out a little giggle in that very serious situation (I know it must’ve seemed a little rude, but hey, it was just toooooooooo funny to see that someone could even IMAGINE that we’d have like THAT MUCH data!!). We told him gently that we’ve got more than 60 GB data and blah blah (rest is irrelevant here). So well, the point is that I have to wait till Sunday when that guy gets his posterior here and loads the other OS and I can go use my comp without worrying about spyware and adware embedding themselves on my poor HD.
I didn’t even do 10% of all the work that I was supposed to do today. Bleh. I feel horribly guilty since exams are from Monday!!! Lord save me. Pleej!!!
As a cherry on the pie, maid made BAINGAN for dinner. Urgh!! Of course, it wasn’t the seedy, yucky variety but it was still baingan!
However, looking on the brighter side, I got a 250 GB external USB HD. It had to be bought in order to save all my data :).
Oh, by the way, Abhu just messaged me to tell that she got a puppy! So the day wasn’t that bad for all of us, eh?
PS. Today was a bad hair day too!! Everything goes wrong on like, ONE CHOSEN day, right? In a way, that’s a good thing. You don’t have to waste all the days of the week cribbing. Seven things going wrong on one day is better than one different thing going wrong every day of the week, right??!!
I couldn’t think of any dish that I would want to try neither did I feel like finding the dusty old Sanjeev Kapoor and Tarla Dalal recipe books. So, like everytime I’ve made something for the first time, I trudged along with with only my instincts (which actually must be enough for seasoned cooks since my mom (and everybody else’s of course!) keeps coming up with new innovative ideas every now and then).
The charu I made-
Yea well, it doesn't look great but it did taste so! Yes, i have no modesty left in me!
It took me about half an hour to prepare the charu. It took me 10 more minutes to toast some bread and cut it in shapes. My mom was home by then. I immediately served all I had made (hot hot!! Yay! it all tastes best when it’s hot :)) and she, being the understanding mom who has spent 20 odd years of her life trying to make a slow-eater S eat while the food is still warm, got down to the eating business. Of course, she told me it was wonderful and called up my dad to tell him about the Sneha-making-actual-dinner story! God! That feeling, watching mom have the food I’d made was most heart-warming. I was so happy to actually see her…. Okay well, istead of trying to put the feeling down in words I’ll just leave it on the hindi saying – Khaane se zyada khilane me mazaa aata hai!
UPDATE!!!
Okay, so originally I had not included the procedure that I had followed to make this charu (I don't use the word recipe here, because it's not the real recipe!). Anyway, here goes....
1) I heated some oil (about 3 teaspoons) in a kadai and added a little mustard seeds, saunf or fennel seeds and asafoetida or hing powder till the mustard seeds spluttered (which was very early!!). I then addded some curry leaves, crushed ginger and about 3 cloves of garlic which had also been crushed.
These are mustard seeds!
Saunf (or fennel seeds)
Asafoetida Powder.2) I then added some salt (to taste of course!), some curry powder, a little chilli powder and finally 3 (I didn't really know how many tomatoes I should be using, however since I was cooking for 3 people, i thought why not 3?!) tomatoes which had been cut in thin slices. The tomatoes were medium sized.
3) I cooked the contents of the kadai for a while (till the water from the tomato had almost evaporated). Then, I added about 3-4 cups of water (I was really generous with the water :)).
4) I added a lid and let the water come to a boil. After it came to a boil, I cooked it further for about4-5 minutes (till the salt-water balance came ie!) with stirring from time to time.
5) Then....... my charu was ready! :)
Enjoy!
PS. I added the pictures (which I found from the net) of those 3 components because I thought it would be easier for other novice cooks like me to figure out what all these ingredients actually mean. I didn't know those black chaunk seeds were mustard seeds till I googled it this morning!!
Saying it all and still not saying anything....?
Labels: Self, thoughtful-thoughtful Thursday, November 09, 2006She’s sorry. She didn’t know. Now she does.
Did you know it for real? Or did you only think that she needed it? No, she didn’t need it. She only wanted it. There’s a difference. A huge one.
She only wanted to break the cycle. She has set you free. She really has. She feels she doesn’t even know you. She’s right.
She doesn’t need to know you. She may want to know you though.
She took it all and went away, because she wanted to break the cycle. She needed to break it. She didn’t want to break it though. But she needed to.
May be you don’t yet know what she wanted to do and what she needed to do. By the time you get that, she won’t even know you. Actually, she doesn’t know you even now. But that time, she will refuse to know you. She won’t want to know you any more.
She says she is sorry for it. Is that okay?
I know it’s not.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Almost a year of blogging (but hardly a couple of months of regular blogging) ! Celebrating(?) blog anniversary with the same theme that gave rise to it all in the first place......
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!
Actually, I do have an idea about the latest hits thanks to the dhabas outside my building where they play LOUD music every alternate day. But, I just know the tune of the songs. Not the name, the movie, nothing. Zilch. So I inserted this mp3 and listened to the songs that sounded nice and came up with a list of songs which I liked. Here goes…
>> Chand Sifarish (Fanaa) - I really really liked the tabla beats in the song, especially the whistling and the ‘subhan allah’ part. I even danced with imaginary-cute-boy in Indian style with latka jhatkas and all *blush*
>> Tumhi Dekho Na (KANK) (hee I wonder why KJ decided to call it that. It sounds like skank) – Nice song. I had heard it earlier. I didn’t know that it was this song.
>> Teri Yadon Mein (The Killer) – Atif Aslam (he is the singer, right?) has this drunk-devdas type voice which works very well for such songs. I like that Tere Bin also. I hear that song has been blatantly plagiarised from an Indonesian song or something. Or maybe, that was another song. *gives confused look*
>> Kya Mujhe Pyaar Hai (movie starring Shiney Ahuja and Kangana Sen)(I don’t know the name of the movie!) – Yeay!! I have seen the video of this song. I saw it only yesterday. I had heard it before, of course *lop-sided smile* . That is how I know it has Shiney Ahuja and that bangle female in it :D
>> Pyaar Karke (Pyaar Ke Side Effects) – I just liked the beginning. The song is pretty boring actually. So I don’t know why I listed it here. I think the list was too short. Only 4 songs. So I added a fifth :)
AND. I saw the Dhoom2 promos last night! Actually, it was on some news channel and mom was watching news and I was lurking over there doing practically nothing no I happened to see it! Well, I am not a big Abhishek Bachchan fan (he’s like a teddy bear!) so I didn’t get all that excited. The excitement was because I saw the promo of some to-be-hit-type movie at the same time as my friends and not 6 months after the movie has released. I haven’t yet seen Lage Raho. So you can imagine. I am dying to see it though!! Because I had loved MBBS and circuit and chirkut and all those taporis. I can’t wait before zee or sony or star or whatever airs it! For your information, I saw RDB on sony :)
I am quite positive that TC would be most pleased to hear that I am increasing my bolly music awareness exponentially. Plus, this happens to the month when I am listening to new music, new genres of music blah blah. And before I forget, I think I’ll just buy the damn Dark Side of the Moon (this reminds me of a little faux pas of mine. I had referred to this album as DSO the Mirror on Mac’s blog *blush* ) CD since I tried downloading it like FOUR times and EVERY SINGLE TIME, something went wrong with my net-connection and the download got aborted.
May my net be blessed!
Amen and Awomen! *sigh*
UPDATE: I have FINALLY downloaded DSOM succesfully! Now, I shall listen to it and strangle(virtually of course) Sun if I don't like it. Some trouble I've taken to download it. Whew!
S1: *very innocently* When will you write your next post?
S2: *annoyed at being disturbed* Shut up.
S1: Tell naaaa.
S2: *pursing her lips* I don’t know. Sometime soon may be. I have a good mind to write about you and your madness.
S1: *eyes lit up* Yah!! Write about me and TC . And about our intuitive powers and about all those miracles??! Pleej!
S2: *shoots suspicious looks* Why are you so eager to be written about eh?
S1: *blushes furiously* I just... you know… it’s.. um…
S2: I know! You feel like a celebrity when I write about you! Hah! You pesky thing. I am soo not writing about you any more and letting you have that pleasure.
S1: *slightly dejected* Umm… please please write na. Write, okay? Nice girl. TC will also be so pleased.
S2: What is there to be pleased about? I only make fun of you on my blog! Muahahah.
S1: But for once you can write all nice thingies about me nah? So that people think I am all virtuous and everything?
S2: *shakes her head with an air of importance* What-ever. *goes back to reading*
Note: Do NOT think S2 is a creep. Well yes, she can be pretty creepy at times, but not always!
Either I have run out of words or Calvin is sooooo articulate that he leaves me speechless.
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
A couple of minutes ago, I was talking to P on MSN (may God bless them!). As usual, our conversation consisted of the most inane topics which would make no sense whatsoever to anyone who wasn’t me or P, which basically is, the rest of the world. Now, she is known as the-one-who-wished-her-caring-loving-awesome-nice-friend-belated-birthday-2-days-BEFORE-her-actual-birthday. That was like, the height of goofing up. No, the Height of goofing up! I teased her to my heart’s content (which, by the way, was some teasing). Our conversation drifted towards people whom we knew, whom we are no longer in touch with and who seem to have become very different from what they were when we knew them. Of course, we weren’t too pleased with all that, but like, does anyone give a damn about what P and I think?
After our little (actually it was pretty long) chat, I remembered all my old pals (and not so-friendly ‘pals’ too) and kept thinking about them for quite some time(yes yes. I think about the good, the bad and the ugly)(and none of them fail to bring fuzzy memories back to my rotten old brain!). That was what made me write this. I decided, before I become too old and forget all those people, I must document bits and parts of the hazy pictures in my mind. Later on, I can read this, smile and go like “Mmm… those were the days.”
Since I have been in like 6-7 schools I shall start with my earliest memory of someone whom I called a ‘friend’. She was someone called Poulomi. She and I were friends back in 1st and 2nd standard. I would always irritate her with my standard line- “Poulomi, follow me.” (Yea, I was a creep back then too. Muahaha). That used to majorly piss her off! In the same class there was this girl called N1 whom I admired a lot because I thought she was very pretty and all that. She was. Then there was my very first crush (in 1st). It was on a guy called Prince (yea, that was his name. Nice nah?) and he was a teacher’s son. Back then, being a teacher’s son was very cool. So don’t laugh at me!
I did my 3rd standard in another school, in another city. I didn’t get a chance to make many friends in this new school but I do remember a few faces. First was this quirky chick called Itarthi. She was the girl-who-knew-everything-about-everyone. However, I remember getting majorly pissed off with her this once when she mixed up my cup cake with someone else’s (it was Republic day or some such day when they distribute cakes and chocolates) and I couldn’t figure out which one was mine and had to give up my cake (Hey, remember Joey? Even I don’t share food!). Ooohh and I can’t miss Ashwitha who I swear looked like Aishwarya Rai junior. She had lovely eyes. She was the snobbish monitor though and I was one of her favourites so she used to make me write her notes (I was all innocent and nice, okay?!).
Then I made sooooooo many friends in 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th that it’s impossible to write about all of them. Of course, all of them are no longer friends and most have been reduced to mere ‘acquaintances’. Isn’t it sad that despite all this technology and keep-in-touch-with-old-buds-networks one hardly has any long time pals remaining. Dearest of them all and who still is a dear dear dear pal is P, like I have said before. This Sag never fails to cheer me up and she has always been the there-for-you type friend. She is someone with whom I’ve cracked the poorest of jokes and yet we have laughed our asses out at those dumb jokes.
We were talking about how a certain someone (who was known as Machchar (M), between the two of us) had turned into a ‘dude’ in 10th. Now, as a matter of policy, I always laugh at things that should be laughed at. Isn’t this the stupidest thing one can attempt – being someone they are not? Trying to be all out-there sorts only makes you look like an utter idiot. Seriously. It’s much better to be a genuine nerd than to be a phony ‘dude’.
Virgo L is someone I call my ‘childhood friend’. We were the best of friends in 4th and 5th. We used to skate together, play house-house, teacher-teacher, make-up party together and used to romp around the colony in the evenings. She was the one who taught me how to cycle. We had these ‘Fun-ways’ which were actually slopes down parking slots. We had numbered all of them and would skate down these fun-ways with much gusto. Actually, even Scorpio D used to skate with us back then. The three of us used to play Cats or Charlie’s Angels at D’s place. We even used to have little ‘picnics’ in D’s and L’s kitchen balconies! L had taught us a novel way of eating Kurkure back then which, I must confess, was just the way a pig would probably eat them. Nonetheless, it was all great fun.
With my ‘building friends’ I used to play carrom. And I was good at it. So after all, I was good at some sport!
Then there was Scorpio V. We were like the best of buds in 5th, 6th and 7th. Both of us had Sanskrit as a subject (in place of marathi) and those sanskrit classes are somewhat like my current IT classes with Capricorn Abhu. Both of us were good at the subject and we would discuss topics that involved pens that were sold in local trains and such. She was the most amazing artist back then (and even now) and I loved this particular artwork of her so much that I made the exact same thing myself and stuck it on my wall. We were both pretty geeky and nice-type (heylo, what’s wrong with that?!) and I was horrified to learn later on that the guys in our class used to call us LL (lallu log)! Shit. Anyway, like I care! By the way, I recently got in touch with V through the marvel called Orkut. It feels great!
There were many others like K, N, S1, P1, A who were friends, the ones whom I liked to call my good friends. Sadly, they have all drifted away now.
Actually, I wanted to pay special tribute to those people whom I’d secretly been paying tribute to. You know, I am a firm believer in Karma. If you’re nice to your friends, then they’ll pray for you and prayers work. They manifest miracles. So, isn’t it better to have a few genuine friends* who care for each other than to have many ingenuine ‘friends’ who really don’t give a damn about you.
P used to be the perfect companion for my afternoon-trips to Society (a store in
I remember everything about everyone. Now, Scorpio TC and Capri Abhu are my closest girls and recently they even helped me get out of a sticky situation (the stupid-fellow-incident) which I really really appreciate. May be, after some years, I’ll write about TC and Abhu and about all the things we do. Now, that should be fun. :D
* by genuine friends I mean those whom you can trust. Really trust. I remember R and A. they seemed to be each other’s closest pals. I was appalled to hear each bitch about the other to me! and they weren’t girls, in case you think they were. Hah! Anyway, I did know many such venomous creatures (one in particular) who didn’t have a single ‘friend’ whom she hadn’t bitched about. I hope she’s not the same any longer.
Secondly, driver problems have yet again haunted BO, S and family. It was learnt that the previous driver used to actually give driving lessons to his buddies while waiting for BO in front of her classes! He had the audacity to do that. So now the mystery of the numerous dents on the car and the missing petrol have been soved. New driver looks like a fool, but he isn’t. He is one dhoort fellow who is soon going to be sent away. And just for the record, this fellow had learnt driving in BO’s car in those sneaky driving lessons conducted by previous idiotic-pain-in-the-posterior driver.
Thirdly, tomorrow happens to be BO’s birthday. She has already received birthday wishes in ‘advance’ (again, courtesy Orkut, where they notify people of their friends’ birthday a good 7-10 days in advance) and has even received ‘belated’ wishes from P!! *laughing like a lunatic* Apparently, P (dear dear dear Sag friend who happens to share her birthday with S and has declared that BO and she are ‘soul sisters’ since, in her words- “arre i hav decided 2 call u my sista coz our sad lives hav evrythin in common”) thought BO’s birthday was on 9th (courtesy an email from Hi5 which notifies people of their friends’ birthdays 2 days in advance) (BO is guessing this is the root cause. However P could have even dreamed about BO’s birthday) and dashed off an email expressing deep regret at having ‘forgotten’ BO’s birthday and how bad she was feeling about the entire episode. The mail, in turn, lightened up a disgruntled BO’s mood and made her giggle so hysterically that S thought someone might have added automatic tickling hands to the chair which tickled the hell out BO. P is such a sweetheart!
Fourthly, BO’s dear classes have started. And TC has exams at college which is why she isn’t attending the first seven classes. And BO hates her plight.
Fifthly, Abhu has grown supremely suspicious about a certain something mentioned in the previous post and won’t stop pestering BO. She simply won’t take ‘I am not telling’ for an answer! The nosy goat!
That’s about it.
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
15. Shop in NYC (yay!!!).
16. Learn Calligraphy.
17. Go to
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.
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!
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).
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,
always keep smile in
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
*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
But I'm saying wht I feel
Wud U mind if I stand beside U 4 a while????
I hope U'll undrstnd....
Bye....
Will wait for
*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
How profound. I have been 'moved' (off the chair and onto the floor...laughing)
OD: hi sneha after looking
Que? What que? *smirks*
OD: wat do u think ballack's gonna succeed in
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
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
Bye, looking 4 saridon>>>>>>>>>>> need pain-killers…………
OD: hie sneha , hey u no here
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!