I, Me and Myself
Friday, June 17, 2005
the day i could not stop laughingThat’s exactly what I am doing now. Giggling away to glory. Infact 3 days into college and I finally feel settled. Hopefully sorted out most differences and found my foothold (I think). But today was too funny. I could not stop smiling…again… (for those confused, please refer to article under the title “Being in love”.) my mum caught me smiling to me twice and was she CONFUSED……….. that made me laugh even more…… had to convince her that I was laughing at her soap on t.v that was ironically going through its most serious phase….now u know why the CONFUSED is in block letters ………..anyway……I am just being mad. Also we cracked the stupidest jokes and actually held our tummies and me and mommy laughed till it hurt (eg: two sardars were sitting in a tub and felling happy…after sometime happy got disgusted and left!!!!) that kept us going for about at least 10 mins.!!!! More examples later.
Me and k.mala got talking. Are forming a D.C team (I think….. again). Told the reason why I was avoiding the topic… hopefully things will work out….Went to corner house and had rocky road…. Went home and spent nearly 30 minutes outside me home with k.mala plotting the biggest sting operation since Watergate scandal…..we wish. Anyway the idea was so awesome yet so stupid….he he he he.
The plotting happened on the spot and we already got a preview….you should have been there…he he he he he he he he he he…the reaction is exactly what we wanted and actually more than what we expected….right mala? We spent the rest of the time giggling away to glory like to small kids…oh what fun….i have a secret… yahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…
Its just like olden days …once upon a time when playing pranks was considered cool by the rest…except now we are old enough to not give a flying **** to what people think . right now as I write this ………the plan is under way and hopefully working.
my only advice to you k. mala is Play Safe……
mmmmmmmmmmmm….. funny… just yesterday I got home all pisssed. Was reading ‘Monk who sold his Ferrari’ and the page I opened to gave me my lesson for the day. There always is something positive in everything u think is negative. I am not saying that we have to forget all our real worries but you can decide to weigh down because of it or grow stronger from it while still enjoying the small nothings in life.
sometimes life is so easy…..
U can have all the happiness in the world …all u have to do is choose to be so and recognize it hidden in everything . YOU make ur own Happiness.
Who knows…. Sometimes even paper rockets can make you smile ……even at this age…right Bridget?
P.S the sign **** does NOT indicate ‘hell’….this is NOT a college newsletter.
Hope.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm............i will go down with this ship
and i wont put my hands up and surrender
there will be no white flag above my door
i'm in love and always will be.........
Friday, June 10, 2005
yesterday.........Yesterday I and met my old friend after a gap of 5 years….it was quite a reunion. It was her b’day yesterday and she was not expecting me. I just dropped in casually and it was great. She was my old neighbor. So I went to my old home (which has changed completely) and went into reminiscing. We had a fresh cream coffee cake from sweet chariot….yummmmmmmmmmm.and we went to the church and then to pizza hut. It was so great talking to her and yet so strange. We would ramble on and on and suddenly both would be silent not knowing how to start the next story. Five years is along time and this was the first time we were talking at a stretch. It was awesome. We went to a shop where we would always go together and if one was missing then the shopkeeper would ask where the other Siamese twin was??? imagine his shock after five years meeting the same old girls except that we were not giggly, chatter box type girls any more but sensible young women….who am I trying to kid. We were the same and it was great!!!!!!!!
Thought I’d meet my old enemies (neighbours)…no matter how old u grow there are certain things u still get pleasure out off. I had lost kilos and was looking pretty nicer than regular and wanted to gloat. They would have just stared and passed seedy comments but I would have gone up to them and shut them up by saying: “i’m in Christ college and you???” he he he he he he he he he he he……I know I’m being mean but u don’t know them so u cant judge me…..
It was so much fun talking to someone almost outside my life. Outside the stupid topics that usually revolve me. Just being the stupid, immature, irritating and talkative me. Nice to have you back papu.
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
My scream might not match the charm and skill that Maculky Culkin did in the movie with the same title, but its from my heart, trust me. Mum and dad decided to go out of station to visit a relative who wasn’t feeling too well. Initially it was a plan made for just two of them but on sensing my (hidden yet uncontrollable ) glee my mother got all suspicious and tried to persuade my dad to take me and my sis along. That’s when I lost it. I cant take anyone spoiling my preplanning, even if it lasted only for 15 seconds, so I kicked up a big fuss saying that trust has to be a mutual effort and a whole load crap. Being a typical Sagittarian, I get very feisty when people question me on my ethics…so I rambled on and on till my dad gave up and thought it would be quite a relief to get away from me!!!he he he he.
So here I was thinking that in a few days my parents would be gone and I would have the house to myself. Of course my sis would be there but then I could always lock her in the bathroom…just kidding ya…… So while I was enjoying all the dreaming, my mumsy dear was busy coaching us how to manage the house , I turned a deaf ear, I mean how hard can it be…… (only if I knew) we got instructions left to 12 year olds …stuff like to put off the gas when not in use, not to play with fire (she might have thought I am in some kinda cult!!!Who plays with fire???), to lock the door and not open it for strangers ( I have no idea what my mum thought I was suffering from!!!) but then came the serious stuff …how to cook food (properly), to get up early and open the gate to the house to let the maid in and the milk man, pile of clothes that have to be washed everyday, to check if the maid is sweeping every nook and corner, vessels that have to be washed…and suddenly this fun trip alone was not sounding like too much of fun.
So they left last Saturday and were to be back on tuesday… and then began the home alone in process.
It was a dream in the beginning. My parents had left in the evening and the dinner was ready…so all chech and me did was sit at home absorbing the silence of the T.V not blaring from 7 to 8:30 (my mum has her regional soaps that drive us both nuts). Today there was no sound. Both had dinner and washed the plates, set the alarm for 5:30 next morning and went to sleep.
SO BEGAN THE NIGHTMARE with the alarm going off …..I was the smart one and went right back to sleep coz I know that chech would feel very guilty coz she was the oldest and she had to do the majority of the work and take care of me and stuff….. So I did not bother too much. Got up at 8, watched ‘whose line is it anyway’ and then went and prepared breakfast. Chech assigned the washing vessels responsibility to me and I loved it. My mum never lets me wash the vessels coz I take almost the entire bar to wash one vessel. I was like a small kid left to play with the soap and took all the dirty vessels and pretended to be the vim bar dude who would make the dirty ones sparkling clean..what fun!!!!! The rest of the day, chech and me made lunch, she washed the clothes and everything was peacefull except at night, when I was expected to wash all the vessels….again…..ummmmmmm….this time somehow even the vim bar did not excite me …it feels different to wash vessels when all u want to do is sleep. I had to clean the house too as I had invited my friends home the next day. By the time I was done with the vessels, I was too tired to do anything for tomorrow.
When the alarm sounded the next day nobody woke up!!!! The milk man and the maid had to bang the gate to wake us up! he he he. It was too late so I just and went and bought breakfast. We watched t.v and suddenly again it was too late. I had an entire home to clean and less than 30 mins! I worked hard. Cleaned the entire house, tried to get them snacks…and off course washed the plates…. (that was getting on my nerves). Finally when they came, I gave them some kinda welcome into my CLEAN (for once) room and by the time we chitchatted, it was time for lunch. We thought we would prepare a fancy lunch since there were no adults. We got fancy recipes books and decided on a very delicious sounding dish ….we left that immediately when we realized none of us could recognize most of the ingredients!!!!! So after a lot of deliberation we decided on veg.briyani.and carrot halwa for dessert…….mmmm sounded mouth watering except there were no visible ingredients at home. So went and bought everything….. from vegetables to masalas and later I realized I had this and that and found everything in my house…so we went and returned all the stuff we bought…. he he he can swear that was not a very nice experience.
Then started the cooking. From fighting over who will the chop the onions (finally me!) to how much water should be put in the cooker, to how much time and what ingredient was called what, we realized that we were all homemakers in the making but not quite ready. So there, my kitchen was teeming with 7 girls, all of who thought they knew the right way to cook. And in all the mess the carrot halwa (my specialty) was getting burnt!!! If that was not enough everybody thought I was the vessel washer or something they kept dumping me with new and used vessels…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Finally alls well that ends well. The lunch was great and the halwa was greater, so what if we ate only at 3:30 in the afternoon. It was a team effort and we loved it. All the hard work paid off. Everybody enjoyed themselves and for me it was a great day except that the sink was filled beyond capacity with vessels which took me an hour and a half to wash……..man by the time I was done I had enough of washing plates to last me a life time….my poor hands.
Mum and dad were due tomorrow and in these two days I realized how difficult it is to manage a home. I had planned so much with my friends but finally nothing worked out in the way we planned. Me and chech could not do any job completely without exclaiming how hard it was and my mum does it all by herself…WOW…hats off to you mumsy…. But I never had so much fun….suddenly I released I love to cook and (much to nobody’s surprise) hated to wash vessels. So the home alone sessions taught me a lot about home management and now I can make my mummy proud ….and can even cook a lunch completely ...all by myself. I am all prepared for the role of a housewife now…except we SHOULD have a dishwahser…any takers?;)
Friday, June 03, 2005
U RYHME WHEN U ARE IN LOVE...the above is kutty's immediate reaction to a ryhme n rap attempt of a message that i sent her. for your entertainment i have presented my "being in love" talent below....
My poor baby is in pain
So nobody had any gain
Feel like pulling the chain
Of a running train
To stop the rain
That is overflowing the drain
The message is in vain
Coz it’s absolutely insane
Just like mark twain!
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Please don’t think too much of mr.kutty
Give your heart some rest
It’s for the best
For the future nest!!!
Howz that for rhyme n rap??!!!
YOU RYHME (LIKE THIS?????) WHEN YOU ARE IN LOVE….. if u say so babe...if u say so.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
now or never....And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come WhateverWe will still beFriends Forever
So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels
La, la, la, la:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la:
We will still be friends forever
Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
----Vitamin C, Graduation (Friends Forever)
today is the first day of june, 2005. Final year in college. Final year of studies for many. Final goodbyes forever. As much as we can wish, life will never be the same again. We are all going to move on ….on the road that life present us with whether we like or not. It’s hard but it’s the truth.
The count down has begun. Nine more months and we won’t be coming back to classrooms, teachers we hate and subjects we hate even more.
The crossroads of life that everybody has been warning us about ever since class ten has finally arrived and I don’t know how to react. One thing I know for sure….k.mala would already be choking, unable to stop the extremely sad feeling coming from that corner of the heart that we have all been trying to avoid discussing (and she would also be cursing me for brining up this topic).
When I reached the tenth standard, I went on a nostalgic spree from the very beginning , quite like now. I bugged my friends to death about how this was the last first day of school ever, last sports day last lunch at school, last break time, last time we sang the school song and (happily) the last math class ever, for me at least. We all decided that on the last day when the whole school stands for a guard of honour and applauds the leaving batch of tenth and twelfth students, we would cry. When the time came, I could not cry. No coz I was not sad but I knew that I had enough memories after 12 years in school that would last me a lifetime and somewhere in my heart, the awareness that college was an extension of school life.
When I reached second P.U, I was sad but most of my new friends were continuing with me so no tears were spilled (other than k.mala, she cries at the drop a hat for such kind of things!! Like she is going to do now!!!).
Now it’s final year of college. I still remember the first day I came to college. I wore an orange salwar, scared, confused and still excited. The youngest branch of college. Today I’m the senior most and I cant say how different I feel. Seems just like yesterday I made all these friends who are still with me. But this year as we walk down the graduation aisle, there’s no coming back. Ever.
But today, as this song played in the background, I did not feel sad. I’m glad I did whatever I did in college. Guess the saying is true that you grow up with time. I’m going to miss all my friends but leaving school and coming to college has taught me that life takes you on unexpected paths but (hopefully) to the final goal you always wanted.
They say that college is the best part of your life, for me so far it has been (touchwood). I’ve met wonderful people, made great friends, had extremely “weird” teachers and even weirder class mates (yes bhatt!!! We do!), danced, acted( wow…that was unexpected!!!But… wow…), gossiped, backstabbed, got backstabbed!! (Ouch), learnt a loooot that does not come through books, organised various stuff and found responsibilities and earned respect, created an identity, had loads of crushes and got my heart broken, bunked classes and got caught, almost got suspended from college ( he he he that was fun, we should do that more often k.mala,kutty,halli!!!) been a part of the coolest team, gone to both pondy and pune (yeah baby) got caught by teachers and cried, ….I have done almost everything in college, except maybe have a boyfriend…well who knows, I still have nine months, don’t I? ;)
So who ever relates to this, it does not matter, if you love or hate college. It’s getting over in nine months and never coming back. So live it up. If there’s something you have to say, say it, something to do, do it. it's now or never. Remember it’s not the time that is important but “the moment, the moment”. Right faustus??!!:)
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