Let's bring Calvin to the rescue!

lol.. see what I found !



:D
I wonder if I can try this in the upcoming major exams.. the festive season has just gone by.. I'm religiously 'enlightened' to say the least.. ;D
so am sure.. it's worth a shot!!

[More than ever.. in Compiler Constuction exam :-S ]

At least we'll know if desperate humor works or not in scoring marks !!

The Mighty Holeguard!

I request you to read this post only if you've read this one. But then, I can only request, right? Baaki jo karna hai karo bindaas, ki farak painda hai? :P


Engineers read my blog.
Doctors read my blog.
Media students read my blog.
Bio Medical Science students read my blog.
Business Administration students read my blog.
CA's read my blog.
English literature students read my blog.
CAT Aspirants read my blog.
Ones who've cracked CAT read my blog.
Handsome men read my blog.
Beautiful females read my blog.
Witty humans read my blog.
and the list goes on...


Even then, no one knew a simple stationery item? Tsk Tsk.. :P
Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting to you..

The now oh-so famous :

Holeguard!

I feel like am on cloud nine! :D ... ofcourse, with my packet of holeguards and A4 sheets! Ha! Muahahaahha!

But honestly, a BIG 'thank you' to everyone who commented on the post and humored me by asking me about Holeguards! >:D<

If we happen to meet someday, somewhere... I'd definitely get you a strip of these adorable HoleGuards to show my gratitude! :D

:)

Gyaan : The one used in the pic is white in color... cool part is, they come in different colors along with being available in the trasparent avtaar too! Aren't they amazing? :)

you got me... board pins!!

Have begun the post alright... but I hope it doesn't end up being crabby or sad, for that's what I feel like right now!

:-S :-/ :-(

Dunno what is with me these days to just procrastinate work that is seemingly important and rather spend time mulling over stuff that is not just seemingly unimportant , it actually is!! :-/

Okay... I probably shouldn't be doing what I'm doing right now
(... blogging, duh!) but.. whateverrrrr!
The latest post-it note in my room reminds me that I should be writing a
not-so-important-email to a not-so-important-person :S but when I think of it now... it can be done later!

Oye.. Did I just say (write) post - it note? Oh.. I love 'em.. love 'em.. love 'em.
>:D<

Not only because they bring a certain level of orderliness in daily life, not only because they help me not forget etc etc...
Yes, so they are important and I have always been a very things-to-do list person. I love them for another reason. Someone got them for me from their workplace :) :)

The stationery-issue scheme that is followed in offices probably has its biggest fan in me!

It's just the bestest of feelings when people get me things (oh...and I call them 'gifts' ) that they haven't invested money in, that haven't been bought by them but they've got them issued rather - for me (of all the people!!) from their workplace.

It makes me feel so wonderful to know that they thought of me while getting stationery from office and that touches me much more than the most expensive gifts ever can.

It's simple yaar. Anybody can go to any arbit gift shop and buy any arbit gift (Relax, even that is special... but this is a different special, you see).

It is when someone gets you stationery from office that they don't pay for or spend time in gift shops for...like notebooks, pens, staplers, stapler pins, board pins (colourrrrfulll) , post - it notes and the like, stuff that is not necessarily something you cannot do without, stuff that you might not even get down to using ever... still, they get it for you.. Ahh.. and you cannot help but think how sweet the gesture is! :) atleast I cannot!

Stop smirking... I understand that it's a very who-likes-that thing...but it is unique...it is special..
it is I-know-you're-crazy-to-like-this-but-I'll-still-do-it-cuz-it-makes-you-happy.. :)

it is one of the best ways to express I-thought-of-you without being obvious!

Maybe that's the reason why I treasure all the stuff that I've received
(that falls in this category) till date...Neither fancy... nor over-the-top... all it requires is a job :D ..
Not spending loads.. it just needs a little thought.. and.. I believe..


It's the thought that matters :)


[ That just reminded me of the latest sweetest thing someone 'gifted' me with, another stationery item.. HoleGuards!.. yayyyyyyyy :D :D Since the day I saw them with my friend, I was super excited for I'd never heard of them everrrr before and they are just SO cool! Oh, just in case any of you guys doesn't know what they are.. ask me , ask me!! Now bhai knows..
tille lillle.. :P :P Yayyyy! \:D/ \:D/ ]

Aisa bhi hota hai?!

Being in engineering is maybe not that bad after all. There are things that I love about college and the one that tops the list is... exams!!

Somehow, over the past year...they've undoubtedly been the best times I've spent in college, for nothing beats the exam time gupshup! It's like, we wouldn't have anything to talk about, for weeks at a stretch and suddenly 3 hours before the exam is scheduled to take place, conversation flows.. and how! Sad part is, those 3 hours are all we got to finally maaro an attempt at 'mug and vomit' :-S

A lot of random stuff comes up which feels like staying in college a blessing!

:-)

Arbit relatives-are-this-that talks, clothes, television, music, bitching, relationships, career, future... everythingggg! All this amidst rounds of chai/coffee/cold coffee/lunch/maggi/momos.. (and we still talk about going on strict diets and remind each other that we've got to get in shape by the time farewell is held ;o) )

Phir bhi, we manage.. we manage to mug and vomit, teach each other stuff that doesn't even make sense but only because it 'looks' important, we study it anyway.. and we manage, to score.

And that is what counts, nay? :-D

[ No one should give me any lessons on 'gaining knowledge' etc etc,

p-l-e-a-s-e , thank you ]

So this other day, we were all sitting in this open air canteen we have in college and were 'studying'.

Around us were these :

and these fellas were a lot in number!! They were all around us, these keedas and were disturbing us continuosly by crawling around our books, bags etc. In an attempt to shoo them away, by.. ahem.. pencils/pens.. we discovered that once u kinda hit them they turn all circular.. some defence mechanism , we supposed. Have a look:

So it became like a normal everyday activity. You sit and try to study, they are going to crawl around and you gotta hit them, jus enough so that these circular figures reach the grass or atleast enough distance, so that it takes them ages to crawl back and reach us. It was like, practising for a game of carrom, to get the aim all right and still not hurt them . Bhai, ahem, proved to be the best at it! :D

Yes, so I am great at a lot of meaningless stuff that doesn't really matter. Thanks for the applause.

Anyway, one day I was wearing these really baggy cargos and one of them actually managed to crawl up my leg till my knee!! Which is when I felt something wrong and discovered after this really stupid jiggly dance that it was a keeda. Henceforth, we tried to be a little more careful ( lol.. like I wore churidars, or skin fitting jeans after that! :D )

We were carrying on these study sessions when one of our friends came a little late and joined us. We warned her of the keedas : "Oye.. dhyaan se.. you're sitting right by the wall and they kinda crawl into your clothes as well! "

Sounds like normal advice right? and any of you'd understand it has to be about some keeda or the like..

Hamari pyaari dost, looked around trying to find what could be the 'thing' we were warning her of and questions us back :

"What gets in the pants yaar?? Kya...?? Nevla ?? "

[ Nevla = Mongoose ] !!!!!!

And for the next few seconds, we all are like, sitting and staring. Just that..

Sitting

Staring.

And then we couldn't stop laughing.. How can anyone.. ANYONE.. imagine a nevla 'crawling' into anyone's pants???

I seriously pray for those, whose privacy a nevla would invade. For it's gonna be bad,

real B-A-D.

Fight on!

It is creepy how this post kinda falls in the same bracket as the last one. It is not intended, but has happened. I could've written this one later.. tried as well.. but didn't work out. Had to get it outta my system!

When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot on it and hang on.

When I'd first read this quote by Thomas Jefferson, I just knew it had to be put up here.. it had to be shared. So when I googled to find a pic that can do justice to this one, I found the pic above... and the person who'd posted the pic had used the same quote with it! Things just fall together at times! :)

Everyone's got their own unique way of interpreting what they come across.. People absorb differently from what they hear and read.. It is also dependent on the developments taking place around you and the frame of mind you are in.

This quote has been my mantra for long now.. in times when I even remotely feel like giving things up.. I am reminded of this.. and it brings along a new tiny ray of hope.. which tells me to hold on...hang in there... till it all falls back into place... or makes a place of its own.

There're times we're this close to achieving what we were running after... and in the final lap, we start losing steam.. all hope goes down the drain.. and you feel you've done your best and had enough. It is in those times... that you need to grab on to every ounce of inner strength... and not let go...for the good is right there at the next corner!

I strongly believe that when you want something big... God's just trying to maybe evaluate if you even deserve it at that point of time.. so there's this little test that you've to go through to kinda prove that you're willing and able to fight for it.. This can seem insane to a lot of you.. but I need not be told the same! :D

Hang on to people you love... keep fighting for things you desire and believe you deserve... for if you fight just enough... you're gonna get it!

So... whenever you feel.. you've reached the end of your rope... tie a knot on it.. and hang on.

I do.

Hmmmmmmm!

Thoughts are totally maggied, read at your own risk!

Something's not okay, that I've known for quite some time. What it was, was what I couldn't point. Now, it seems irrelevant. All of it.

Thinking new thoughts, making new decisions, promising myself amazing things.. am back.. !! Back, just to live.. and experience the magic of life! :)




When it all turns too sober, I need to get back.. and I need to get high..



On Life :)





Life's this and life's that.. everything almost all the time for us is bad..! (they rhyme!! :D :D )
To me, it looked like life simply doesn't have anything good in store for me or my loved ones.. and then I thought.. what if it's my turn now.. to give something back to life?

So what if I actually do not know what I am aiming at, I still feel it is worth a try.

Work. Studies. Health. Weight. Weather. Distance. Love. Family. Togetherness. Books. Peace. Blasts. Questions. Answers. Irritation. Hatred. Lost friends. Pictures. Isolation. Mails. Gifts. Tears. Happiness. Why. Why not. What if. Routine. Crap. Boss. Holidays. Solitude. Songs. Dance. Giggles. Quiet.

Amidst all this, did I forget to live or was this life?!
Chchaddo pare.. ;)

There're things about life that are just too beautiful to let them pass by without acknowledgement.. there're moments too precious to be washed off by sorrows.. there're experiences awaiting at the right door.. there's a whole world out there offering bundles of happiness.. there's you and there's me.. :)

A Little More Love (Jesse's)

Sometimes you lose your place,
And all you're searching after,
Is right before your face,
Ridin' on your high horse,
Believing your own lies,
Don't you know that everyone is kneeling,
We're all the same size.

Just a little more love is all we're hoping for
Just a little more peace is all we need.

Take away the colors, don't you understand,
It all breaks down to the heart of the matter
All one, think how strong we'd be
If you and me give a little more love.
It ain't that tough to give a little more love... Love.

Blank :-/

This makes me irritated and hopeful at the same time ...
and I do not feel great about it!

I need a sign, to put in that effort. Now what?

Inside Out.

Don't you worry. This won't be about the skin going in and the liver coming out. Eeeeyucksss!
Relax. I mean, I need to relax as well. Phew! :D
It's about us. You and me and the person sitting next to us.

(I know this post is a coupla weekends belated, ki farak padta hai.. maaroge mujhe? )

So I'd promised to write about that activity in class. It so happens, that I'm taking these add-on management classes with my engineering course. I have all the time in the world you see. Yes.
*rollin eyes*
*sighin*
*rollin eyes*
*eyes painin*

'Financial Management' classes are taken by this teacher who's .. err.. umm.. Lori Mausi kinds. (Aunt Lullaby.. lol..) Maane ke, bas dekho unhe aur neend aa jaati hai. She's taken the fun outta numbers. Maths = History when it comes to her. I took 'Accounting for Management' last year and it was realllll Fun, with a capital f. Amazing diversion from coding etc (blech!) and totally worth the time spent on balance sheets and profit and loss accounts..! Gosh... how I miss those days!

Kahan thi main? Haan... She ( Aunt lullaby) had a surprise in store for us. Once all of us were settled and done chit - chatting, she called a student to write out something on the board from a paper.

Human Values

Us : hunh??

I was sandwiched between these two girls from the chemical technology department. They are sweethearts, adorable people, both of them :-)

One of them, the blunt one (very jaat accent) : Yaar.. ye kya bakwaas hai..?? Kya kara ri hain ye?? Bore.
Me : Hmm.. Let's see.

By then , the blackboard had some 26 human values listed out. There were murmurs all around.

Ma'am : So, we're going to play this game today. Can you all identify with some of the qualities written here??

The blunt one (to me) : Kya bakwaas hai?? Iska kya relation hai Financial se??
Me ( sarcastically ) : She knows.. ask her..
Her : Poochch lun??
Me (devil in me) : Haan.. aur ni toh kya..
Me ( speech bubble) : Ab aayega mazaa.. ;P
Her ( to Ma'am, in this accusing tone ) : Excuse me, why are we doing this? Is this related to our course? It isn't. ('!')

Class : LOL! :D
Ma'am : Hmm.. hun..?? Err.. you'll see.. it is..
(Poor her!)
So , can you identify with any one of these values?? *Looks around for people raising hands* One? Maybe all 26 values?? 25??

Me : Yaar kya mazaak hai?? Khud se kaise bolun ke main caring, honest, reliable, patient etc hun? :-/
(to ma'am) : We all can identify with all 25 values... at different times, for different people..

Ma'am : Yes.. that's what we're going to do today. You all have to come and pick these cards which have some value written on them. Then, share some experience with all of us, of that one time that you exhibited that value.

Us (loadsa rollin eyes) : Nooooooooooo!

I'll just jot down the list for you guys. It was in alphabetical order, but I've randomised it, jumbled it, just like ma'am did with those cards.. a very tarot like experience ;-).. !
Why I've done the jumbling.. you'll get to know soon! Here goes -

1. Respect
2. Flexibility
3. Love
4. Trust
5. Confidence
6. Generosity
7. Mercy
8. Obedience
9. Patience
10. Caring
11. Assertiveness
12. Forgiveness
13. Excellence
14. Responsibility
15. Orderliness
16. Justice
17. Enthusiasm
18. Honesty
19. Peace
20. Creativity
21. Honor ( one person actually thought it was 'horror'... LOL!)
22. Self - discipline
23. Humility
24. Reliablility
25. Detatchment
26. Unity

And so it began. One by one, we all crawled to the table to pick our kismet cards. Ahem!

Guess what yours truly picked out?? Hmmmmmmm?? Tello tello..

We were given five minutes to think. Uh well, whatever. I had started thinking before I even picked out the card! :D People began going up and narrating their experiences and I was lost. Thinking. One, two, five, ten.. Almost everyone was done. I was still.. thinking. Then came what I was dreading. The whole class was done, but for me. Hell..!

I was like.. ab toh jana padega..

( jail ki roti khaani padegi.. jail ka paani peena padega.. ab toh jail mein jaana padega! :D :D.. anyone remember this.. posham paa bhai posham paa game?? please lemme know! .. a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig >:D<>Anyway, I had picked out Peace. Yup. That. Peace.

It is an inner sense of calmness that can come in moments of silent gratitude.

It is a way of being very quiet and looking at things so that you can understand them.

It also said under 'Applications' , I practice Peace when I:

• Appreciate the differences
• Avoid harming anyone
• Create inner peace with regular silent meditation

........... and I was still thinking. I mean.. what the ______________? Yes, I've turned peaceful in the past one year or so. Honestly. Reasons are best left out, but I really have found a sense of inner peace that has made me calm. But how am I to go up there and blabber on it and get mocked at? ( Felt same about writing senti stuff at blogger as well but it's changed now.. thanks to a lot of you guys! :-) ) In class, it was still very weird. And to top that, I had to narrate an instance when I practiced Peace.

Hell-o?

Uh.. Well.. The card that I've picked out is Peace. *Read out the stuff written on it* As for an incident that I can think of related to it.. Nothing comes to mind, really. Frankly, I am not that peaceful , or not peaceful at all. *I could see some females who've been at the receiving end when I've been in the take-a-piece-of my-mind mode, nodding and smiling. What-ever!* It is only after joining college and more specifically in the past one and a half year or so, coming across some particular people, that I realised that not everyone thinks the way I do and not everyone would funtion the way I think is right.. So I've begun to accept that and have realised that people are markedly different and behave differently all the time. *More vigorous nods* I've stopped reacting the way I used to (my blunt self) and have become more adjusting to other people's views' and their thought process however weird it may be. *Now was my turn to smirk*

As for gratitude.. yes.. I'm fond of books and read a lot, blogs as well.. and have come across situations and people who've made me realise that I've been blessed with a lot that I do not acknowledge in day to day monotony of life and have been taking for granted.. but I now understand the need to thank that someone up above and be grateful to all that I have and work on it to get the best than crib about stuff/people that I could not get/understand..

but.. uh.. as for meditation.. not my cup of tea guys! This is as peaceful as I can get! :D

Phew! Smirking ladies could go to hell, for all I care. I had spoken whatever came to mind. Later when we were discussing the class.. all of us thought it was somewhat personal an exercise, that couldn't be discussed in front of people we weren't comfortable with. I hope you get what I mean. Oh, some funny, sweet stuff:

The blunt one from Chemical Tech got Unity : I did my summer training at XYZ. My friends also did it from the same place. That's Unity.

ROTFL! She's cuuuuuute! In her own way.. :-)

Another one from Chem Tech got Creativity : I am creative in my own way, like, the time when I was training at XYZ, I got the zeolite's precipitation to 100% which had not been done before..blahblah.. *yawn*

Engineers.. what else do you expect?? This was creativity! &$&^% Cuuuuuuuute agggain! :-)

Now this guy from Bio Tech whom I totally adore got Self - discipline . He narrated this incident about summer training again where in he had proved his mentor wrong and worked diligently to collect blood samples and work on them and had been punctual and industrious. He got amazing results as well! I respect him more now!

This girl from Mechanical Engg got Trust : When I tell my friends something, they trust me. But when I tell them that I can't come out to hang out with them because I am sleeping, they don't trust me. ('?')

Cuute na? Lol.. :D

Two friends from Comp Sc , again sweethearts, got Respect and Courage.

Respect : My cousin was abusing her parents, I asked her not to and told her how it wasn't right to do that outta anger and that parents are the best people in the whole wide world. I respect my brother as well and cover up for him all the time.

Courage : Last night, I accidently broke the remote. I could've put it aside and no one would've known, but I thought it was better to confess and I did. I also stand up for myself when I'm being blamed for something that I did not do, like when my sister accuses me of something that I didn't do, I always say out the truth.

This guy, who's again an amazing person ( till now, I hope you know that I'm only writing about the people I like ;-) ) got Forgiveness . He told us about this best friend of his who one slapped him for a reason he didn't know of but said nothing at that time.. don't know what else but it was something nice.

So my people.. now it's your turn. Do not make faces, fellas! You gotta pick one of these.. try and pick the one written against your birthdate (ones whose birthdate is 27-31, choose any, lucky lucky!) Write about it either in the comments section or as a post as a Tag.

I was smiling throughout this game. Smiling. Cracking up. Dreading. Realising. Discovering. Understanding. Visulalising. Getting to know people more... and that happens to be my favorite acitivity anyway! :-)

I am hoping that like me, some of you would also relate to some incident, here and there, and realise how you possess some values you never thought you did, and better still, will share it with us.

:-)

Bhai's waiting. Take your time. In the meanwhile, I'll go for a refill. Chai, ofcourse! :D

PS : Happy teacher's day to all of you! I learn a lot from what you all write and share. Lessons in Life! ... and they are what that matter the most, nay? :-)

Committed.

I know it's been quite some time. A long post is due. Not now, for I have this stupid fever and everything that comes with the package :/

I wanted to know what the title means to you guys.. what does it reflect.. the word 'committed'..
For me, it's a very positive word. Don't ask me where I got that, but the impression somehow stays. A person who's committed to anything (good) gets attention and respect from me.

The word has majorly gained popularity post the Orkut Relationship-Status thing.. which brings me to how I got down to thinking about it.

This other day, I was telling Ma about this family friend I had connected with on Orkut recently and that he's committed and the like.. normal chit - chat.
A little later ma goes.. "You know.. when I hear 'committed' the first (and maybe the only) thing that strikes me is.. committed suicide! "

:D :D
and while I was ROTFL , I realised how meaningful that could be! :P ( I know some committed people who've sufferred majorly ;) )

People I've talked to have given me different views on what the word means/reflects to them.
What's your take?

PS : Had this activity in class some days back.. which left an impression.. will blog on it next.. this weekend!

chchoti - badi baat..

I haven't had the oppurtunity yet, to explore Hindi Literature all that much.
(A Parineeta or Madhushala don't really count)
Nonetheless, it remains one of the things that I sincerely hope to do in future.

Kabir's couplets are a part of my wish-to-read-thoroughly list.
Most of us have rattofied (learn them by heart) during school days to score those marks in Hindi.. then, I didn't know they'd make such a long lasting impression.

I find them simple yet profound and aptly applicable in daily life.. The most comfortable part is that they're open-ended and one can derive meanings and comprehend each couplet as they wish to.. There's no compulsion that they have to be spiritual or religious or anything similar.
However old the couplets may get, they will certainly never become ancient.
Sure says something about the man who's credited for them!



The one doha that has been frequenting my thoughts these days :



Bura jo dekhan main chala,
Bura na milya koi..
Jo mann khoja apna,
Toh mujhse bura na koi..






It's easy to look for fault in others and blame them... but when you search deep down, you realize there's hardly anyone worse..

that's how the mood swings! :)

Past few days have been.. uhhh-well-whatever :/
Weird exam(s), pagal-gadhe-ullu friends, weather, bomb blasts... waaaaaaaaaaaa :((
Shit happens!

But but but.. Happy jumpy chirpy stuff is always around.. all we need to do is.. look ! 8-)

So I was on YahooMessenger (simultaneously enjoying a dinner of bhelpuri and chai :D ) when a friend sent an IM commenting on my pic there.

Friend : Bada khilkhila rahi hai pic mein.. kya baat hai?? :)
Me : Sochte raho, shickret hai :D

and that's how the chat began, one that lasted 3 long happy-hours! :)

Loadsa random gappe like -

Friend ( on being asked if he's taking CAT this year) : Yeah, I believe in charity, warna IIM band ho jayenge :D

Me : Lol , another point is that if we appear, we'll help others get better percentiles :D

Friend : Hmm.. Kar bhala toh ho bhala .. Usi bhale ki wait kar raha hunmain

Me : ufff, I read hunmain = hanuman .. ROTFL!

Friend : Hanumanji kaye ko wait karne lage yaar?? :D :D

I hope you get the idea ! :D
Totally random makes-no-sense crap. Just what you need when you're feeling blue.
:)

Suddenly, his keyboard stops functioning :-S
All he keeps writing for a while is Emoticons and they don't make much conversation, you know.

I'm about to say byebye, when the vella software engineer (with a never-say-die-attitude) finds his way out, smart-ly!
We are a smart specie , nay?

Doodling saves the day and we use crayons to communicate on YM!

I propose a drawing competition, I mean, we're working with crayons anyway!

The friend starts and makes the usual hut-mountains-river-trees. Colors were sad though, the hut was purple! :-S
Can't put the pic here, for he erased it right after I gave my review.

Me : So much for imagination.. hunh!

******

Then was my turn. Bhai's turn you see. After failing miserably twice and using two extra turns for the competition.. lol.. I came up with this :


in the pic :
Dost, Happy Eating :) - a plate of momos and a cup of chai (steaming hot!)

******

Next, he wanted to draw the 'appu' :D

******

I then chose to reveal an old schoolmate and drew him :

It's a habit. Most of the people I don't like, they have to have a nose of a pig.. always! :D

******

Random practicing , I had got the hang of it and was getting better with time! :)

I love the messages that contain a simple - :) . They say so much.

was duly complimented! :)

******

So , at the end of it all :

:)

We don't have to worry about piggy-keyboards anymore, yayyyy!
For the ones who use YM, make sure you try this! :)
Brings out the kid in you and well, you realise how bad you are at drawing! :/ lol.. :D :D

While we're on YM , ever tried these icons?
\:D/
>:D<

;))

;;)

They happen to be my most-favourite-in-the-whole-wide-world icons! :) If you happen to try them , lemme know! In all this, I didn't even realise when my mood went from blue to yellow [ umm.. it happens to be my happy color :) ]


Big things aren't what you need to be totally-giggly-happy, nonsense serves just fine!
:D

A big thank you to YM, the friend and dad ( for the internet connection! )
>:D<

Happy days to everyone reading this! :)

The Haircut Story.

[ The Dhoni reference is a little outdated ]

In the list of haircuts that have made it big (ha ha) , Dhoni (Indian cricket captain) reigns on the top.

Allright. So he had his hair cropped.
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Now, there'll people who'll go.. "And??.. :O "

And then :-) , there'll be people ( mostly) in whose mind would flash the Dhoni avtaar , and they'll recall how it was being said that he'd got it done for some bollywood debutante (!!) and that John was present in the salon while he was getting this new cut done by Ms.Maya ...and blahblah... phew!!

[All thanks to the print media or the zillion news channels that made the topic no less than national news! - Fans were waiting while the makeover (whatever) was being carried on and what not! crap]

Anyway , neither am I interested in the man or his hairdo. Nor that of Bipasha's for that matter (bob ala posh and all that)

So, why am I writing this.. right?
Well, as this is about me wanting a new hairdo!! lol..

I remember, I was listening to some arbit FM station ( they don't even deserve a special mention.. unless maybe, MEOW..) and the RJ was yes, talking about the same - celebs and haircuts!

What she said struck me..

She had read it somewhere, a psychological research or the like, and the conclusions of which were, that people only go for a haircut in 3 conditions :
(now comes the interesting part..)
*rolll the drumm!*

1. When they are sick , bored and down in life.. consider themselves almost a total failure and need a makeover - a desperate one at that , to make them see life in a different light altogether, and thus the solution - a haircut!!
2. When people have just had a break-up , are in the single and just-about-ready to mingle stage. They want to project a new identity and image and yes, nothing better than a haircut for them as well!!
3. When people develop a liking for a person ( she put it as - "love".. ugghh.. too strong ), have this someone special in their lives that they want to impress and they too take the haircut route!

hunh..as if it's like a sasta tikau raasta to " a new day has come..!" :D

Anyway, that left me feeling.. ('?').. seriously.. what??

I don't even qualify for a single option!.. and where does that leave me?? no-where!
Unless I consider myself a failure, or have had a break-up or worse , have this *special* one in my life.. I can't hope to get a different haircut done??

And then, the devil in me.. I recall all the faces who've had new hairdo's done in the recent past.. *chuckle chuckle* - I am down to just 3 options in figuring out why they got it done.. ahan!! :D

The next time I see a "different" you in terms of hairstyle, well.. hihihahaa ;D ;D

Enough stupidity for today.. I am still lost when it comes to my hair(cut/style) story.. to get or not to get a haircut, and if yes, then what style (whatever I get it done like, it is almost always disaster, eventually!!) , but still..what do I do now??..Hell!

When I got my last haircut, I was GLAD. That was the first time in life I had a so-happy-that-I was-jumping haircut!
It was different and something that I liked. More so, for I didn't expect it to go well. A friend I can trust enough, had suggested the place and I decided to check it out. Had nothing to lose, except what was on my head :/ , so I thought, o-k-a-y.

So when after the haircut, I came back home all jumpy and chirpy, mom had some words of wisdom waiting for me, as always.

Me : Maaaa! Don't you think it's mast? *swish , flick , turn, toss * Yeaayyy! I think the man's done an awesome job! Batao yaar.. goooood hai na??

Mom : Hmm.. Achcha hai. Dekh lo tum, kaam toh eventually banda* hi aaya na.. !

*Banda/ladka = one of the male specie.. hunh..

Me :
:/
:-S
*rollin eyes*

Mom : *The winning grin n all that*

Me : (back to) .. *swish, flick, turn, toss*

:D :D

Please please pray, that my pending haircut goes.. well and that I can still swish , flick, turn and toss post it.

(A)Tagged!

Express tagged me with the Unspectacular Quirks tag a few days back.. and here I am! :)

Rules ( *rollin eyes* Tag mein rules, baaki blog mein bakwaas! lol..)

1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs, letting them know that they have been tagged.

Baaki sab kuch 6, rules 5.. ? Bahut naa-insaafi hai re !
:D :P ;o)


Spectacular or Unspectacular , here goes my six pointer on quirks!


#1.
I sleep with my cellphone right beside/under my pillow or on the side table or in my palm. It just has to be with me. No vibrator mode doesn't disturb my sleep, so that's taken care of. I keep checking it for messages/missed calls all the time and it just feels so nice to see that a friend messaged me in the middle of the night for no big reason :)
It matters.


#2
I read the newspaper and magazines back to front. Don't know how it started or why it is like that, but that is how it is. Doesn't apply to novels though!


#3
I don't like things odd. (Sometimes I wish I wasn't born on an odd date, anywayyy)
If we're having an orange, I'll take either 2,4 or 6 slices. Same goes for cucumber slices, number of teaspoons of sugar, number of sips, number of times I tear a page, number of steps .. and you get the picture.
Infact, before I'm leaving for an exam, Ma gives me dahi - mishri
(don't need to explain that, do I?) The mishri pieces are either 2 or 4.
Also, when I'm off for my day and Ma/Pa come for the 'bye bye' in the balcony, I turn back either twice or four times. And they know it. So it isn't like after the third wave, when I'll turn for the last one, no one would be there. They're always there. For they know :)
Ohhh.. how I love them! :)


#4
Talking of steps, now, when I'm walking, I have to match my left with the person's left (the person walking beside me) and my right with the person's right. It doesn't matter if it's a stranger or a friend, I just skip a step and start all over again to co - ordinate our left-right-left. It's so much better and orderly and un-messy.


#5
I'm super - possessive of my novels. I don't like lending them to people. Primarily because I fear they won't come back to me and if they do, they'll have maggi / chai stains on them and I do not even like the thought of it. I cover all my novels and on them write the names with a nice marker and clear alphabets.
If I'm reading one that's from the library or borrowed from a friend, I cover that too with the sunday-edition newspaper (the paper's of better quality) and then when I return it back, I remove the cover. Books, no matter what, ought to be respected!


#6
After my clothes have been washed and they're done with their time in the sun, before they enter my rack/closet they have to be seedha. Just the way I'd put them on. Not inside out. Do not tell me that it can be done later too when they're being ironed. Whenever Ma does that, I ask her to leave my pile and fold all my clothes myself. Seedha.
Not ulta.


See, life can be all topsy - turvy, but my clothes I can dictate, right?!
:D

I'm done. I can't believe I'm done. For I still have more to write.
Too quirky, eh?



I tag (in reverse - alphabetical order) :
Urv
Trinaa
Nikita
My Inner World
Mayz
Joiedevivre




Wanted to tag a few others but the rules don't allow me to. So people who wish to do it, go ahead and once you're done, lemme know! If you could go through my crap, I promise to read yours too! :D

'Shift'ing pain

Some months back, it was that time of the year again.

The time when Ma proposes to learn to use the computer and the internet.

I call it the Role-Reversal carnival.
It's a subtle harbinger of the fun ( mostly) times ahead. Yes, it does gets shrieky and high pitched once in a while, but over time, I learn to behave and teach properly.

See, my deal is, there's a finite number of times I can go ahead and repeat the functions and give directions. Right?

Well, it isn't. I've learnt that finite doesn't exist when you're teaching someone something, that, for them, is as difficult as rotational dynamics was once, for you. You go through the book, learn the formulae, practice solved questions, try unsolved ones, but it's all useless next time when you pick up the book and it's all erased, like totally, and you have start afresh.
(Boy oh boy, the mere mention of that deaded subject can still bring tears to my eyes)

It so happened that I'd teach Ma her way around the computer and she'd learn to start it, go to MyDocuments, browse pictures, play Solitaire (!!) and shut it down. But something would come up that would disturb the daily practice and she'd be back to square one.
I understand that now, earlier I didn't and what followed was lectures on how I've tried so many times to make her understand this and that and crap..
It was during one of the lessons where she was stuck somewhere and asked me what to do next.

Me - Abhi bataya toh tha na, kinni baar yaar?? Yaad to karo aap.

Ma - Beta, nai aa raha na yaad.. soch rahi hun phir bhi.. bta de.. tu toh achcha bachcha hai..

Me - Ma, hadh ni ho gayi? Baar baar repeat karti rahun , aap toh try hi nai kar rahi ho? Kab tak phir se phir se bataun??

What she said next was one tight slap without any physical contact

Ma - Beta, tum log bhi bachpan mein pagal pane ke sawaal karte rehte thei baar baar.. hum logon ne kabhi bola ke kitni baar jawaab dein? Phir? Bata diya karo.. bhool jaatei hain..

That was an eye-opener big-mouth-closer for sure!

Since then, I try to be at my helpful best and I'm glad to say that she's been doing pretty well.. (well, she's almost there)

Her course content is something like this :

• CLICKS : double, single, left and right
• SCROLLING : The scroll button takes care of it ( thank God! )
• IDENTIFYING PAGE ELEMENTS : sign in, log out, cancel, ok, shut down, turn off, minimize, maximize, restore, close.
• APPLICATION PROGRAMS : She doesn't really need to learn to work on them, all she needs is to learn how to open various files and documents.
• KEYBOARD ( saved the worst for the last ) : Just cannot say enough. This device has given me some of the most emotionally diverse moments of my Role-Reversal carnival. It has done everything from making me bang my head on the closest object to making me laugh hysterically, all in a short span of time.

Dad's favourite key happens to be ESCAPE. Kuch bhi hua, escape dabado. Next in line is, CTRL+ALT+DEL. He's good enough with computers but when he's using my system he prefers to be extra careful to avoid the tamasha I create later if something, anything goes wrong. So, you have dad, pressing away escape to glory whenever any not-so-normal dialog box appears on screen.

Mom's favourite key would be Shift. She's B-A-D at typing. What can you expect with someone who's taken a pledge to use only her single hand to type? :/ It's such a treat to watch her type. The keyboard is a maze for her in which she gets lost all the time!

So this other day, Ma had come to know of the 'underscore' and I'd told her how to put that on screen. That very day, I had taught her a lot of other things reagrding her mailbox. Obviously, she was overwhelmed and very very confused.

Don't know how it happened, she mistyped something and forgot that the backscape existed , or maybe something else. All I remember is, she was stuck. Asked me to help her, but I'm me. I told her, if she was to learn, she has to figure it out herself this time. She kept pondering over her maze, she'd approach a key, look at me to see if my face gave any hint and then move on to the next. Thinking of it now, that sure was funny! :) Out of nowhere, when nothing was happening, she goes " Shift dabadun? "

And I burst out laughing! To her, it was the final resort. Shift was her saviour. Her wonder key. It was such an innocent question that I couldn't help but do her entire work that day!

It was while working that I thought how wonderful it'd be if I could press the Shift key and do away with the problems in life.

When nothing seems right, there're paths ahead but I don't know which one to take, there aren't many people to offer support and it's me on my own, when it's all hazy and when I'm down, days when I'm hardest hit..

batao.. Shift dabadun??

Ahem...the animal inside you.

A husband and wife were in the midst of a violent quarrel, and the husband was losing his temper.

"Be careful" , he said to his wife. "You will bring out the animal in me."

His wife shouted back, "So what? Who is afraid of a mouse??"


:D :D

Attention Blood Banks!!

I am generally, a very healthy - happy person. I hope all of you know what healthy means.. right?
I'm healthy ( psssst : pleasantly plump , mummy papa ka ladla bachcha etc.. ) :D
So, when the last time I went to donate blood and I was told that I couldn't, for the haemoglobin levels weren't up to expectations, the scene went something like this :

Nurse : Aap nai de sakte blood, sorry. Haemoglobin low.
Me (thought bubble) : Has she gone bonkers?
Me (speech bubble) : Kya bol re ho yaar? Look at me, mera haemoglobin low? Check again.
Nurse : Fine, you go talk to the doctor.

Doctor (Looking into my eyes.. lol.. , then checking my nails) : Beta, you can't.
Me : Noo, check again!
Doctor : Beta, eat healthy and maybe next time.. Go.
Me : #&!*%&^*#
I had all right to be irritated, it was my 'blood donation day anniversary' - 2nd !! :(

Post that too, I was not well so my doctor asked me to get some tests done and a blood test was on the list.
So, I'd gone for one and came back feeling a little dizzy and you know, not normal. Something was not okay.
Didn't really want to do anything, like, anyyyyyything. Internet came to the rescue and in an attempt to kill boredom and change my mood, I logged in to YouTube.

I wasn't prepared for what followed! Check for yourself

Presenting, Shekhar Ravjiani, an adorable man and a cute singer, and a hot guy and.... aaaaahhaa! :) :D

This video has moments from the last season of SaReGaMaPa , where he was one of the judges. The best of the lot ( As in, no comparison for him there, what with Himesh and Ismail being the other guys! :S )

Blood came rushing back to my veins! I felt refreshed, energetic, healthy and happy again! :) All I could think of doing was stare dreamy-eyed at the monitor and smile and wishhhh..

Me : Why don't they make guys like that anymore?

Mom : ( who happens to be a Shekhar fan too!, replied very very seriously ) : Pata nai bete..

:D :D I mean, atleast she understands.

The song's from OmShantiOm , picturised on Deepika, one actress who I rubbished off without even seeing a single act of hers. She's like, way too tall, manly and just not likeable. And then there's the fact that guys around me kinda like her which makes it impossible for me to appreciate any damn thing about her! :D But the song totally suits this man and how!

Kitna kuch kehna hai phir bhi hai dil mein sawaal kahiiiin..

( Three cheers for KK , the singer, as well! )

Shekhar's child-like laughter ( 1.49 - 1.51 ) or the stunner that hits your eye in that awesome black t-shirt ( 3.28 - 3.37 ) can do it's magic and swing the most depressing moods the other way! With blood back in veins, I had all reason to feel rejuvenated!

That's when the thought struck my social-work brain! Why not use this at all blood donation camps and get the bottles rolling?! ;)

Something like " Girl about to faint? Shekhar ka video lagao! " , "Blood nikal nahi raha araam se? Shekhar ka video lagao! ".. lol.. It is definitely going to work for female donors! Isn't it?

To the ones who do not share my sentiments about Shekhar, DO NOT tell me that. And we might just still be friends :D

Bahut Kuch Hota Hai!

This is an old post, one I'd written sometime in February, after Dad's birthday. Random gappe is what it is all about, so thought it'd fit in here :D

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Some days back, my favourite question to anyone I met in college was : oye, tere paas abhi change kitna hai? meko dede...

Friends were getting sick of this but my side of the story was/is : See, I pay 7Rs for my bus ride when I'm supposed to pay 10Rs ( Bhai ka staff, you see ) Now if I give the conductor 10Rs, more often that not, he won't return those 3 precious Rs, and I'd feel cheated!

*cheap? I know, I know*

I had used all the change that was available at home, so it was down to well, begging!
and no, singing in the bus /train(metro)/ temple was not an option. If you were going to suggest that, you probably aren't my friend, or some of the lucky ones who haven't heard me sing! :/

Anyway, I finally told my friends :
Me : Yaar, I'll ask dad to get me 5000rs ka change. 2 - 2 ke coins..
They smirked (actually!!) - yah, right..
Me : abbe, sachchi.. milte hain aise.. from the banks.. you don't know??

A few days later , a friend ( on being begged for chillar yet again )

Friend: kya hua? tere papa laaye ni tere liye wo 5000 ke coins?
Me (Speech bubble) : he's told uncle, I'l get them soon..
Me (Thought bubble) : How mean! Isko lag ra hai I was fekoing! I'm going to throw that bag of coins on your face as and when I get it! :S

I was hit where it hurt the most, but I wasn't going to give up, Dad won't let me down.. :)
*bhai ki winning grin*

Check for yourself..


Current picture : Bloating, yes.. up, up and away :D :D
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A friend was over for chai and gappe, when dad gave me the potli of which I am the proud owner now :)

When both of us saw it.. and the 2500 coins..! well..

Friend (eyes wide open, gaping) : yaar, sahi hai.. tumhaare paas itne saare paise.. inko bed pe bichcha do and inpe so jaao.. sahi na? woww..

Me (bloating) : arrei.. hum hum hain! ;) achcha sun, let's count them!

Friend (super excited) :haan chal... jisne jitne gine, utne uske!.. .

Me :No ji!

Mom and Dad : tum log kabhi bade hoge?

We weren't listening, for the 20 somethings were on a mission : busy counting already counted chillar!

For those who're interested - Game went on till 800 coins were on the roll.. bhai finished her half first!

Friend : tu galat gin rahi hai.. tu merese jaldi kaise count kar sakti hai??

Me ( thought bubble) - Another victory for the ladkilog! Male ego crushed yet again! And I have the coins to celebrate with.. yeayyyy! \:D/

Current picture : Bloating, yes.. up, up and away :D :D

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I had a bhai-ka-special-surprise ready for Dad on his birthday (details later!) That included 4 balloons, heart shaped.. yes.. yellow, green, pinkkk and orange

I was responsible for the pinkkk one, rest were brought alive by a friend. Now, my pinkk balloon was not the fattest/biggest/largest/healthiest... but I had a soft corner for it, for obvious or maybe not-so-obvious reasons. Day went well, had fun blahblah..

It has been some days and the scene is :

:D :D To say that I am happy would be an understatement! I am bloating yet again.. and the male ego.. muahahahaa :D :D

Current picture : Bloating, yes.. up, up and away :D :D

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Yesterday was spent shopping. Not vella.. but object oriented shopping!!

A Bata store had it's inaugration and I happened to be their second customer (I get discounts on Bata products.. so visits to Bata have increased! *cheap*) so they treated me and a friend ..

kaaju barfi, toffee and glittery red rose mila humko! Yeayyyyy! \:D/

Later that evening, I get to see this.. in my drawing room :

If you look closely, the rose has been strategically placed right in front of my framed pic.. amidst the other clutter!! By someone I love THE most .. Ma!

Current picture : up .. up... and away.. :'(

Under your umbrella? Nay

I knew the day would come, but didn't anticipate it this soon. It has been raining on and off and on again for ages now. Seems like it, doesn't it?
Wait, don't get me wrong. I totally love the rains. As opposed to this friend's views that he puts forward everytime, mind it, everytime we talk about the rainy weather.

Me : Oyeeee , it's raining!! :) Mast hai na.. chai, pakode/momos, novels! Yeaaay! :D :D
Friend : Yaaaaaaaaar, it's raining! :'( I hate it.. All keechad on the roads, everything messy :S

I mean.. Give Bhagwaanji a break! When it's hot, people crib. When it's not, people crib. One tough job to please one and all !

So today, just when I stepped out of my house, it started pouring. Not the tap-tap baarish, but the kinds that facilitates the chchap - chchap :D
My first instinct was to go all out and enjoy while it lasts but couldn't afford to go to the place I had to, in a wet tee and jeans and there was no way I could be late either. So well, I had to opt for it. I was stuck.

*sound of utensils crashing, imagine K-soaps*

I asked Ma for an Umbrella.

Kya din aa gaye hain :( I thought. There, Ma was happy thinking that finally she's managed to drill some sense in me that made me take the umbrella route. Ah, well, whatever :/

It so happens, that I hate using an umbrella. Like, totally. Oh, and I have my reasons. Solid, well-pondered-over reasons.

• I am an umbrella - handicapped person. Can't recall how long it has been, but it seems forever. I do not know how to manage it only. As in, when it's raining vertical it is still somehwat okay. The angled rains are impossible to deal with when you're carrying an umbrella. ( Howcome the tan theta questions on rain-falling-at-an-angle never bothered me but their practical application makes me cry?? ) For the records, it was the tedhi baarish today :S
• I cannot walk while I am holding an umbrella. Can you?? Back when I was in class3, there used to be these colorful umbrellas that u could wear on your head ( !! ) so no problem in walking, whatsoever. The headaches that they might incur, well, you can't get everything, right? I was never fortunate enough to get hold of one of these ( yeah, abusive rotten childhood etc :D )
• I don't have any birght happy umbrellas. They're brown and black and depressing :/ I want yellow, printed, pattern-ed ones!
• Umbrellas come in the way of you and the rains. Like, Bhagwaanji is reaching out to you yaar. How can you not go out and get geela geela ?? :D

So, you Rihanna, can croon as much as you want and extend offers to no one in particular to come ' under your umbrella ', it'll all be wasted.

Simply because, mera dil, [chchaata] nai chaahta hai :D

Tedha hai, par mera hai

:D :D

seconds later

('?')

and I'm thinking - new blog, promising gupshup and chai, badhiya hai.. but what do I write? :/
Err.. umm.. Gappe?
:D Easy! :)

No gyaan, no creative-writing contest, no fetch-the-dictionary words ( I don't think in big words and this is all what I think, right? ), no name calling :P , no crying and well, I can try not to crib. I said try ;D

A word of caution though, I hate titles and here, they're going to be crappy, always. This one's inspired from the new Kurkure Ad that I found funny the first time I saw it.
To think of it, it does fit. Fits right in.

In life, your people and your possessions are yours, however crooked and cracked they might be.
And so is, my blog :)

Tedha hai, par mera hai :D