Sunday 15 May 2011

Another Day Goes By.........................and I stare. yes. STARE.only.

Before the exams one must not blog and one must not go out for movies and follow it up with some uhhh well not-hen-tail session..... Someone-I-know defied all these rules. ******evil grin*********


 It was a movie about kids and food. The kid was actually cute (when I call a "kid" .."cute"...he or she IS cute).  It was hilarious when that someone, whom I know, screamed "palak paneer !!" in the midst of the show because  there was mouth watering palak paneer being focussed on-screen.

not-hen-tail session.attended by X,Y, Z, A, B :
X: wow this place is good!
Y: its smelling weird, excuse me do you have a room freshener.
Z: there is a pool table! (none of the infamous five knew how to play pool)
A (to X): Pa uthiye bosh na.....
X: uhhh ya okay but boshle my feet keep hanging...let me remove my shoes. (wish god had granted her a fair share of inches in height or heels)
B: kono photo uthbe na.  Ki ondhokar!
X: wow I love these pebbles...stones....
Z: ishhh these pebbles are dirty! .................(clean it up !)
Y: the pebbles are cold! .....................(err the ac was on !)

a few minutes/sips later.

Z: let's go the pool table.
X: parchi na,
Z and B head towards the table.
X: what is B doing?
Z: she thinks she can play pool
X : hehe okay let me poke around the balls too....wow ! this is fun (yes pool balls cried out in silent moans)

from the stairs descends a couple ...

A: wow..yaar people come with their families out here....ma aar chele
B: dhyat....shut up
Y: o god but seriously that is not ma and her chele (a fact confirmed by then thanks to observed glances and general behaviour).....

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exams . ahead. porte bosho dushtu meye.







There is really a hell lot stuff riding on  these dominoes fed shoulders. **sob sob**

bye.






Tuesday 10 May 2011

The Darling Buds of May : Where? Where? Where?

I had promised myself that I wouldn't blog till my exams were over but then it's too hot to study. Winter makes me sleep, rains make me grumble and summer....oh summer ..... it makes me slightly crazy.

Dad at office meant ac at 12 pm... retired dad means ac not before 2pm...and loads of nagging about "you-don't-know-how-much-it-costs" if switched on a minute earlier. I restrain myself from replying "there is no way i wouldn't know because after the bill comes, every single relative knows about the electricity bill that you had to pay thanks to your daughter. In fact, the whole month is about THE bill." ....is it my problem that we do not stay in Canada ...okay Himachal....?

I read somewhere that you lose weight in summer...uuhhh okay....provided you are on fluids....fiiine ! I was taking plenty of fluids....pepsi, thums up, limca, orange squash, lassi till i realised the sugar in them was enough to keep me obese till eternity.

The biggest disaster of all- my fast-approaching exams..... well I made grand plans of going to the national lib but then I did not. One should visit it once during his or her graduate/post-graduate study....people will throw scrambled eggs at me if they come to know I have NEVER been there! My first question regarding the place was "ac ache?" ....an answer in the affirmative was of no use . In fact my darling friend very generously sms'd me...after many such cancelled plans to go "there"...------" don't worry  you will have a long holiday after your exams, you can go anytime after that." .... hopeless? I agree.

I wanted to study yesterday instead i thought it would be "kewl" (yes yes yes hamburger-hiphop style-kewl) to compose an inspiring rap song......don't make faces...of course I will write it here.... it's MY blog !! ok so here it goes ...   "let us do the study thing...or we'll both go ding ding ding...ding ding is no good ya...so sit down with your books ya...sit down NOW -say bow -vow .....gili gili chhhoooo yaa"    (I am great I know...no need for applause ....) of course you get a better feel when i sing it in my unique style....anyways not everyone is lucky.....

and and and there are red ants everywhere......first of all unfortunately they do not eat babies and their organization skills mock the hell out me...... recently I also realized that my entire family is crazy when I found my dad exploring the walls of his room with a torch...... hidden treasure?? trap door?? Well I asked him "What are you doing???"  ...reply: " look at these ants...ki shundor line kore jay na...shei ranna ghor theke line kore ashche"........errrr okay.... I have a love-hate relationship with ants...at times I squash them mercilessly under my hawaii choti ....now upgraded to aerosoft stylish chappals....and sometimes when the sensitive me awakens I try and imagine how would I feel if the ceiling crashed on me in a second.....well then I let it go...

and these ants make my mother crazy as well....once i returned home from college to find weird light green lines all over my bed ..."MAAAAA" .....she entered and solemnly declared that : "Laxman rekha na dile moteo jaabe na"......that continues....red ants= laxman rekha everywhere.....If my mother had her way she would draw those lines on my limbs as well. Me and dad tried to explain "You Know this is toxic, we could die"....but even the brand ambassador of laxman rekha wouldn't have defended the product so well...so hail laxman rekha ! one remedy I like  is sprinkling kerosene...i adore that divine smell...

anyways enough time wasted...Time to get back to les livres.