25.05.09

well.i think i am gonna give up giving titles for the posts.they are annoying and i end up giving titles like ‘STUFF’ which is remarkably dumb even for me.

No reason for this post as such.i am going out to manipal today, my sister has a counselling session there and since i am newest license holder in the family i am expected to share some of the burden (or JOY( even though that can be seriously contested) ) of driving her.amma and pa have to be present and i am going along for laughs.maybe take a few photos.but i have a feeling i am the officailly designated driver for the event.

i dont even know if thats funny or sad.

stuff

i am forever thinking of writing something but as usual i dont have time.i am very busy doing nothing

its so much fun not to do anything at all.its glorious to wake up at seven read in the bed till eight,have cold coffee which amma gets me,have crisp dosa’s with dollops of butter with that beautiful chutney my amma makes (or which kunjumol aunty does, i dont know anymore.it tastes like the one amma makes nayway).Then do nothing till nine than go through the tv (history channel is good.i found travel and living is not there anymore.broke my heart).then my cousin comes staggling ,demanding to me to put pokemon and digimon and dragon ballz and mask man and god knows what else.

after watching for a while i play dink smallwood ( i guess its a bit ancient but its most entertaining.and i like the whole kill pillbugs/slayers/boncas/those zombie things that say BRAINS!!! , get money,get powerups,break barrels,save damsels from distress kinda thing.oh and talking in animate objects like wells and tress.also sometimes its almost impossible to figure what u have to do.( i am playing the green voice in my head,and i am stuck   )

i had got chicken invaders from amiti a whil;e back and hehe thats lots fun too,.till i found the cheats atleast.its almost impossible for me to stop using the powerups sometimes.

my etta is coming today.he ought to be here anymoment, but not here yet.it seems his plane is late.i was waiting up for him, but kinda starving so ill go and eat .

( i am still a pig )(what joy to be back home

 

i am home .

feels gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

pshew (2)

8.51 (night)
as i was saying.
i got back by around 7.15.which is 45minutes past our (fake) curfew and 15 minutes
past our real curfew.the sister for-only-god-knows-what-reason just asked
me about my exam and let me up.i still dont know why.
i went to have juice and only after ordering it did we realise that mine
and nikis curfew will be in action in 5 mins.we would have been dead anyway
we decided 15 more mins wouldnt make any more difference.except it kinda turned out to be 45.but oh well.no pain no gain 
and since ani was there with us (official escort,body guard etc etc) it was safe also.which is good.
i have no dinner today.    which is really really sad.but i have bingo
 actaully think bingo is god.the ads are sad.but this flavour called
chilli bijli is really nice (if u like hot spicy stuff like i do)(in
comparison lays has a weird kinda flavour)(not that i am complaining)(i
love potato chips. ) but really the ads are real sad men.the pregnant
 women thing thats sad.but the chips are good.except  just cant get over
mystery masala.that tastes ‘REAL’ weird in my opinion but sam loves beyond
all normal belief..so i guess i cant say.i also like spicy masala remix
but thats not half as good as chilli bijli (if u know what i mean)

i wanted to get a shawarma from chef retreat but they are not as good
as it was when that chettai was there.i said loudly( purposely ofcourse)
that i like veggies more than ckicken and i love mayonniase…    :D
it worked till when noyumbu (lent for u illiterates) started  couldnt have
it anymore.but i survived on the hope that you know it wont go any where.
but it did     and there were no perfect shawarmas anymore.its just that
my heart didnt break.
the management changed so the chettai also changed and rest of the staff who
recogonsed me and ani as regular patrons.now the shawarma guy has a real
mean face and i dont think i can say thng like that loudly he would just
 ignore me.or think i was hitting on him ! (he thinks he is hot)(if u like the high waist jeans with weird patterns on it of stuff in weird flourecent  colors and a streak of the hair in mud blonde.) (and his hair is curly and wears weid shirts)(and the pants are tight)(would u eat from this guy???) (would u really do that??) (he could be a serial killer for al i know)( he looks like the villains side kick)(cant be the real deal cause he also loks stupid)    the chettai (he is a nice ,normal person wearing maybe not stylish but normal likable clothes ) and ani would have long discussions about palakkad while the shawarmas were cooking and everything…ah those were the days… ‘SIGH’.

 

and yeah.the exam was ok.really really boringobut ok yeah

i think i should change my alliegence to savourys (even though they put onions in  )
h.

pshew.

its 10.00 (in the morning)( i dont really get the am/pm thing.in
my opinion am stands for after midnight and pm for post midnight which
as all of you know pretty much means the same thing.)
my additional english exam is to be written at 1.30 (in the after noon)
and therefore i shall leave for college shortly.
i have general english AND additional inglish.and i dont like both.
general english consisted (this sem)(and BBM dont have t from second
year. hehehe lucky bums us !! ) of some culture ans sports and almost
the whole thing was the about the same topic being culture.
names of chapters..popular culture,understanding culture and art of
moving pictures.they are written by three different people and i ‘read’
all of them.but alas! during the exam i completetly muddled up which chapter
belonged which thought.
the ideas and the reflections that come up were so starlingly similar that
i almost decided that i couldnt think ( i think i can think..except for
maths and science and ‘intellectua sujects.lol.things which reuire thinkng.
but actaully thats not true.the reason i mess up maths is cause i
place the numbers wrong.insted of 120 ill wrte 210.TADA!!thats due to
carelessness and not due to lack of intellect.ha!)

but i had to write the exam.plus they dont let us out till the time limit
( of 3 hours mind) is done.the mark scheme was this 5 marks,10 marks,
15 marks. coe on.gimme a break.by the time i am done with the 5 marks (5*5)
i am so bored out y wits that i can sleep.if i lie duallyown on the desk
for a miute with my eyes closed i will have repeat the exam next year.
dont understand how could they possibly make these books so very boring.
it literallycontains the same ideas in practiacall the same words,
just the order is jumbled.

i am going now.might continue this later.

04.03.08

You know i really don’t read much these days, especially after i have come to Bangalore.For almost the whole first sem i had hardly read 4 books.thats really sad. and this sad condition went on for almost the half of this sem,till my birthday came and went.the up thing was that i got some money.starved that i was for books, i went hunting with ani for books.and he is an amazing partner to go book hunting.
he willing to hunt for hours for second book shops and walk under the hot sun.i dont think there is anyone else i would rather go book hunting than with him,with him its rather delightful.i dont read ‘books’, i mean i dont read books which would be titled thngs like ‘communicational hazards in organizational structure’ or somthing, unless they had lots os examples.but i quite like bradley schilers  micro economics, even though its a curriculum book.i am goign to make time to read it again.

yeah so as i was saying , ani wanted these books by james a michener..he told me they were good.but i am sceptic.and i am not sure how much i wanted to buy them but he did.and quite recently i again ran out books to read. only micheners were left.even though i definetly didnt want to read it,i was desperate.
i picked up the first book i saw, the journey.it didnt impress me,butit was a rather raw book, like a journal writen by somebody who was always  there in the sidelines but never seen. then i  took up the next book,poland. ani told me it was good.but i dont really believe in anyone elses taste.it usually not right. the first chapter was kinda strange and weird.and i was like ths is t??

but it got better.and better.i just finished it a bit mins back. i am sad it got over.it wasnt merely good,it was amazing.
i am afraid if i am going to grow up.

i almost like him as much as i like tolkien.considering their areas are so different,the different so vastly different
i find this is slightly strange for me.i hadnt grown up realy, i was in love with elves and i sguess i am still in a way.i am not sure if il ever change, and i dont think there is nay point in doidn that.

i love history,not the dates and all we studied.but an actual bit of history, i confess i enjoy it froma personal perspective. i love this book.i do.
i dont know, i really dont know in which way its gonna finally mould me,but in some way it will,i dont know which way yet.i now hold a deep respect for poland.may be atlest parts of it fctional.but its a truly amazing account.

invaluable doubts.

i have been kinda getting obsessed with the thomas harris guy, and silence of the lambs and evrything,
so now when i was writing the other blog i ddecided to look at the picturization of hannibal lecter in the movie.

he has grey eyes,green eyes and even blue eyes sometimes.i am talking abt the pics available in the net, and i havent seen
the movie(yes,i should see the movie.and yes i will.eventually).but isnt hannibal lecters eyes maroon??
isnt it? or have i got something wrong dancing round and round in my head?

ps…is legolas hair supposed to be brown??
i always thought of it as blond, but i like the movies so my mind might have got influenced.
so is his hair brown?

pooh.

it’s been quite sometime before i wroteanything..well,typically i can say i am very busy and all, but well,i am just a lazy girl.
have you ever noticed how much fun it is to sleep and read when you have exams the next day?
well.i have always known it, but that realization is fast becoming more apparent
 i used to really dislike banglore,s.g palaya and all the stuff with it, but its kinda  growing on me you know
life is  not so bad afterall.
espeacially after i found the second hand bookstores .

they are amazing. they are really cool,they have almost all the books you look for(the last book in the avalon buch is an exception.sorry manu   ),and they dont cost you half of what a new book could and the best part,most of them are in top condition.i mean,i dont think many have even been read even once.i feel real bad for those books.whats the point of being a book if no one reads you !
Of course that could be because of the book too, but not really,becuase they really do have great books! and they smell so heavenly,i love the smell of old books.but i dont mean the termite eaten ones.
they are ok too, but you only see them in school libraries.
i had once made it a point to read the never touched,dusty,termite eaten books in school.
the only thing i got fram that effort was a sever  asthma attack.
did you know that when people cry they get asthma’?
i didnt.i dont get it when i cry so i didnt know.but apparently my roomates do.so the comedy is, me the ‘asthma patient’ havent used my inhaler even once, but it icreasingly getting deflated.not deflated in the real way,but the pressure becomes less or something.you know what i mean.
my mom once said that my dad like boxed in a whole lot of them inhalers and threw it out of the train.
she says they burst and people thought  it was explosion,and all.
i really dont know how much it true and how much is BLAH. i believe the throwing out it, but not the bursting bit, because they dont burst unless left in the sun for quite some time,or thrown into the fire, ans she says they burst like That(finge sanpping).
there is some scintific basis for this but i am a commerce student and i havent made it my business to know.

so thats all for know.(i wrote ‘something’.the satisfaction,the satisfaction)

and i have added a few widgets.YAAAAY!

going back

its already ninth of november, even though its only 1.but still its already 9th.
i am going back to the hostel on 10th.that too the morning train.yeah i have company, thank god.and i dont think  he minds me talking endlessly about total nonsense and asking an almost endless stream of questions the moment he opens his mouth.

but even though i have such great company i dont wanna go.

i really dont wanna go back.i mean, i like it there too, but you know, i miss home a lot too.

as long as i dont come home, i do ok.
i mean, i dont miss it all that much.but after i am home, the thought of goign back is too horrible.

this week has passed of waaaay to quick for my liking , and i havent done a thing other than chatting with pa and ma  and sleeping.
i will be back for christmas.yes true.and i am really really glad my birthday is on newyears eve,i would really really hate it
were i not home then ,but i was thinking, these are my first trips.
lastyear must have been probably the last *whole* year i would have spend at home.
i would only be coming back after the college is over.(to stay for periods of time that is)
after that i shall be working, probably away from home, then i shall do further studies,again away, i might get married in between, if i find the right person,that means, i have my own house,then i might have kids and then i will hardly ever come other than during their vacations, cause thats what i have seen happening with my parents and their brothers and generally the world.

i am scared about the speed of life.it moves so so fast.
i dont even remember 11 and 12th much.before it even became a reality for me i was writng the boards.and then the results came.i was in a great college.before i even began to feel as though i was ina college my first semester has ended.

people say time moves fast, but this fast??
mind you, it is slower than  snail during boring classes, riding the bus back home with no company…….
whenever i come back home i feel like i have never left it, yet everyone seems glad to see me and everyone expects me to have changed.
how i wonder.and also why.why should i change???
my ma was expecting wonder woman who would always keep back the magazines the way she found it, one who
neatly folds the news paper, one who never spills water, one who doesnt leave stuff lying around in
other peoples bedroom at any point of time, one who doesnt play computer games,while eating,and reading and
seeing tv..(not my fault,i multitask!)

stupid or smart,messy or systematic, plain or beautiful….it depends on your perspective.
i am still the same ol me.and there is no really no point in saying,you have changed^( or not).

the truth is i shall *always* be me.always.

p.s -^(unless physically ofcourse, you can always enlighten me if i have put on atleast a bit of weight,i shall give a great big thank you ).