Do we ever really?

Every post of mine in the recent times seems to promise regular writing. Hasn't happened yet. And as usual, I was going through some earlier posts of mine and I yet again observed that I'm pretty much the same, even now. My thoughts, beliefs, ideas, perception, outlook, everything still remain the same, albeit a little more evolved. Change is surely a constant. But do we, as people, as individuals, ever really change? I think not. We adapt, yes. I see my blog's tagline and it amazes me a little that I came up with that years ago. Am I giving myself lesser credit? I don't know. I never cease to amaze myself, I guess. Heh.

So, do we ever really change?

A Tag

A tag, again. From Shaivya.


~~~LAST~~~

1. Beverage: That would be water. Not much of a beverage, is it?
2. Phone Call: Incoming.
3. IM: GTalk
4. Song listened: Careless Whisper - George Michael
5. Time you cried: Today morning. Nearly.
6. Sms: Outgoing.

~~~Have you ever~~~

1. Dated someone twice: Come again? But this is subjective anyway.
2. Been cheated on: No.
3. Kissed someone and regretted it: No.
4. Lost someone special: Yes.
5. Been depressed: Duh huh! Sure!

~~~Three favourite colours~~~

Dark purple
White
Black

~~~This Month Have you~~~

1. Made a new friend: Nope.
2. Laughed until you cried: Yes. Yes, I have.
3. Met someone who changed your life: No.
4. Found who your true friends were: Eh?
5. Found out someone who was talking about you: Er... no. :|
6. Kissed anyone on your friends list: Which friends’ list?


~~~How many~~~

1. People on your friends list do you know in real life: Again, which friends’ list?
2. Kids do you wanna have: No idea.
3. Pets you have: None.


~~~|~~~

1. Do you wanna change your name: No.
2. What did you get on your last birthday: A few stuff.
3. What were you doing at midnight last night: Can’t remember.
4. Name something you cannot wait for: Cannot wait for? Keeps changing.
5. Last time you saw your father: About 20 minutes back.
6. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Nothing.
7. What are you listening to right now: None.
8. Have you talked to a person named Tom: No.
9. Most visited webpage: Orkut, Gmail, Wikipedia, Facebook, Yahoo!, IMDB.
10. What's your real name: Thejaswini Pradhan
11. Nicknames: Theju, Thej, Chinky , Harshu.
12. Status:
13. Zodiac sign: Aquarius
14. Male or female: Female
15. Elementary: **skip**
16. High School: **skip**
17. University: **skip**
18. Hair colour: Black
19. Long or short: Medium
20. Are you a health freak: No.
21. Height: 5'6"
22. Do you have a crush on someone: Yes.
23. What do you like about yourself: Lots of things.
24. What don't you like about yourself: My compromising nature. I’m a push-over.
25. Righty or lefty: Righty.

~~~Firsts~~~

1. Surgery: None.
2. Piercing: Ears.
3. Best friend(s): **skip**
4. Award: **skip**
5. Sport(s) you joined: Eh?
6. Pet: Fish.
7. Vacation: First? Don’t remember.
8. Concert: Sting
9. Crush: **skip**


~~~What are you~~~

1. Eating: Ground nuts
2. Drinking: Nothing
3. I'm about to: Make a call
4. Listening to: Sounds outside.
5. Waiting for: Sleep


~~~Your future~~~

1. Want kids: No idea.
2. Want to get married: No idea.
3. Careers in mind: This is getting ridiculous. NO idea.

~~~Which is better with the opposite/same sex~~~

1. Lips or eyes: Eyes/eyes
2. Hugs or kisses: Hugs/hugs
3. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic/Spontaneous
4. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms/Wha-aat?!
5. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive/Both
6. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship/Wha-aat?!
7. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant/Definitely hesitant!
8. Lefty or righty: Whatever.
9. Shorter or taller: Taller/Shorter. :D
10. Older or younger: Older/Whatever.

~~~Have you ever~~~

1. Lost glasses/ contacts: No.
2. Ran away from home: Once. I guess.
3. Kissed a stranger: No.
4. Drank pepsi: Yes.
5. Broken someone's heart: **skip**
6. Been arrested: No.
7. Turned someone down: Cant remember.
8. Liked a guy/girl friend: Sure.


~~~Do you believe in~~~

1. Yourself: Definitely
2. Miracles: Not sure
3. Love at first sight: No
4. Heaven: No
5. Santa Claus: No
6. Kiss on first date: No
7. Angels: No

-- Except for the first one under this section, you have negative responses from me. Wow. --


~~~Answer Truthfully~~~

1. Happy with your life: Yes.
2. Believe in God: I tend to falter.
3. Posting it as 100 truths on your blog: No

A tag

My dear Aunt tagged me. I did the tag, as you can see below, evidently.
The tag is about that ‘four’ letter word. A lot of this depends on many aspects. I’ve just given general answers. My general answers, that is.
Go on. Read it.



RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.


1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?
That depends. Anger and a dawning sense that I’d be better off without him, I guess.

2. What’s it that you see in an ideal partner?
Ideal? As in perfect? Well, I’d see if he were a truthful and a supportive person. And of course, a ready wit and a good sense of humor is a must.

3. What, according to you, is the perfect date?
Nah. Nothing as such.
But if I have to opine, maybe a movie together on a lazy afternoon. No. Not the theatre.

4. Would you like to have children soon enough? Or would you wait till your mid-thirties for the first child?
Mid-thirties? What the heck! I’m hardly into my twenties yet. Skip skip!
PS - I have a kid sister.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
I’ve seen the above happening quite frequently amongst my peer group.
I suppose it is a nice experience to know a person well and then be in love with them.

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
Either both or neither. Sorry. :|

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?
I hate waiting. Period.

8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?
Ha! I’d never like someone who’s already booked.

9. What do you think are the foundation stones of a good relationship?
The usual I guess. A strong bond of understanding between the two individuals involved and respect for each others’ space.

10. What according to you is the most beautiful thing about relationships or marriage?
The emotion that there is someone out there who cares for you. That someone out there will BE there for you. Someone whom you can rely on, with out being too obvious about it.
:D

11. Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?
Ten years? Hard to tell, at my age.

12. What’s your fear?
Betrayal. And ironically, commitment itself.

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
A frank and witty person, with an ample amount of dry humor in her.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
Single and rich sounds good. And so does being married. And being poor. :|

15. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?
Ah... this reminds me of the time when my friend asked if it is possible to fall in love with two people at the same time.
I forget what I replied to her.
Anyway, if I do happen to fall in love with two people at the same time, I’d weigh the pros and cons of having a relationship with each of them, and then make my choice. And stick to it, mind.

16. Would you give all in a relationship?
That depends on many factors. The deeper the relationship, the more you tend to commit yourself to, or “give all”.

17. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?
I’d forgive. But I’d never forget.

18. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
When you’re single, you put yourself on top of the list.
When you’re in a relationship, you think of others too. And not only the one whom you are involved with.
So, when you’re single, you can make your way ahead to the goal set with ease.
But when you’re single, you stay happy through out.
Did I answer the question?

19. Your all time favourite song. Only ONE. And why?
My choice of songs keeps changing. Only one? Na.



I tag all those on my blog.
:)

PPD

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Yesterday, late evening.

*Mamma sitting on the couch. Me on the floor near her.*

Me : You know what, I’m suffering from PPD. (I give my loud laughter.)

Mamma : What?

Me : PPD. Paranoid Personality Disorder. (All my 32..er.. 28 teeth are seen.)

Mamma : What is that?

Me : Well, you know, I keep thinking about the worst possible thing that could happen. I’m always expecting the worst to occur. Paranoia.

*Dad sleeping inside. I ask him next.*

Me : Do you know what PPD is?

Dad : Production Planning Department. It’s an important department in a company.

*Mamma and myself both grin.*

Me : No no! Its Paranoid Personality Disorder. I have it.

Dad : Hmmm.
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I read an article about PPD recently. I’ve always been a little on the paranoid side.

As the saying goes, ‘Hope for the best and plan for the worst’.

And to think I recommended Final Destination as THE movie to watch to a friend just hours ago.

:|

That movie gives you the creeps.

Wrath

Grey clouds roofed the vast sky. Winds at high speeds were directed in one course by the angry heavens above. The vicinity looked deserted till the horizon. No birds flew. The little vegetation present swayed silently as though there was a kind of absolute stillness in the chaotic atmosphere. The dark waters of the raging sea drew a contrast in color to the shimmering sand that bordered it. The blowing winds carried the whiff of the saline water.

The nymph stood in a graceful poise by the water such that the gushing waves thinned out at her feet. She held her hands against her chest with her fingers interlocked. Her long white gown rippled to the strong breeze, her dark hair not framing her delicate features. With her neck arched at an angle of self repose, she gazed at the thin horizon beyond the turbulent sea.

The heavy winds threatened to quaver her. The streaks of lightning and the claps of thunder fiercely promised to let the dark clouds open up. Specks of the frosty sea water cooled her fevered skin. Her brown eyes sparkled with an unusual fervor at the contemplation of what lay ahead.

She took her gaze off the waters and looked at the clouds above. The skies lit up with the increasingly continuous flashes of lightning. The winds billowed and howled. Yet she stood still, never altering her stance. Thick drops of rain water splattered on her face. The water washed away her silent tears, while a smile played on her lips.

The vicious weather swore to never cease, the sea to never let her down. And the nymph stood there for eternity.

A dedication

My parents made me listen to a track on the thinking patterns of the human mind. Mostly to do with positive thinking. Just like that. It was really good.

That brought back two memories.

One, when my Mamma had commented that I am a positive person a few years ago.
I don’t think she’d agree with her previous statement now.
Two, where one of my previously good friends kept urging me to read the book titled “The power of positive thinking”, which I still haven’t.

This post I dedicate to him.

Yay!

Nearly a foot-long of my tresses went chop-chop today. It had been a year since I’d got a hair cut done. Before today, it reached below my waist. It now lies on my shoulders. I love it. The last time I had such short hair was in high school. Come to think of it, my hair was much shorter then. I think I look better now. In fact, I’m sure I look great!

:D

All those who said that I’d never get my hair cut and those who said that I don’t look good, IN YOUR FACE!

Ha!

:))

..

I just read "Popcorn" by Ben Elton. It was ok. Didnt like it much though.

:D

Note to self : Though you may hate sem endings, you have a lot to look forward to.
Get a life, girl.

And puh-lease STOP cribbing.

Go on now.

Cartoons

Cartoons have always captured the interest of the young, and the not-so young, courtesy my Grand Pa. My little sister sits in front of the telly right after she comes home from school and watches Chotta Bheem on CN. And later at around 5 Ben10 or something else. She reminds me of MY days as a primary school-goer. I used to come home myself at around 3:30 PM. I used to fling my bag on the chair, remove my shoes, without unbuckling them, mind, and sit down to watch Ninja Robots and Captain Planet. Power Zone, I think the time period was named.

:D

I used to love those shows. Ninja Robots, especially. I had a huge crush on Joe. I thought the names “Mantis”, “Icelander”, “Cybertron” were cool. I used to watch them with my eyes popped out.

I still remember those days. When I see my kid sister, I sometimes see myself in her. Or rather, what I’d been doing in her age. There are, undoubtedly, huge differences. But still.

I found this on YouTube. I was nearly in tears watching it again after all these years. It made me feel real good, though.

:)

One life to live

My dear mother apparently thought I was on the phone in the wee hours of the morning. She kinda freaked out. I told her that I understood how she felt.

I put myself in her place and my 7 year old sis in mine.

I’d react the same way too, I guess. Or maybe not. Seeing that I am me, and not my mother.

Anyway, lets assume that I thought right.(Assuming that I DO react like my mother)

I’d ask her,

- Why was she on a convo at that time. Shouldn’t she be sleeping? Huh?

- Who was she talking to? Her friend? A stranger?(Very unlikely) Or someone else?

- What was the need to talk right then?

- DOES she know the consequences of it?

Now, knowing my shrewd sis, she’d have all the answers to it.
(Unlike me, I stumble at words in real life, most of the time.)

Now lets assume that I thought wrong.

I’d ask her the same questions.
But the results would be quite adverse...

I told my mother about this. I also told her that it would be one life that my sis would live to enjoy. So, I’d let it be.

Anyway, that’s what I felt, speaking like a late teen, almost in her twenties.

:)

The little boy...

I take my kid sister to the local park occasionally. The park is situated quite close to my house. It’s the one next to the over bridge. The kids flock there everyday, though you might probably see more of them in the evenings. The elders do the usual “walk-in-the-park”. The park is half done actually. There is an open field in the center. The walking track runs along its perimeter. The swings, see-saws and the others are at one end. Lots of benches around.

On one such evening, I sat on the favorite bench of mine, located within the playing area. My sis went on to slide down the slide. I watched the other kids quarrelling over the swing. Time went by.
A smartly dressed little boy came and asked if the skipping rope on the bench was mine. I looked at it and said, “No. Not mine.” He said, “I’ll take it then”.

I replied, “You cant do that! It might be someone else’s. They might come for it later”.

A young girl came by and said that it was hers and took it away.

The little boy sat next to me.

“I have a comb”, he said. Taking it out, he brushed his wavy hair like he’d never done it before.

Now, this little guy spoke in half English and half Kannada.

“What you are doing?”, he asks. “Sending mail?”

Yours truly was messaging. I looked at him and said, “Yes”.

“To whom ya?”

“My friend”.

He puts his little hand over my shoulder. Me, being me, gives a start. I say to myself- God, Thej, he’s just a little boy.
I relax.

“I’ll also mail to my friend! You do ya, I’ll tell”.

“Er... ok”.

He dictates something childish and I pretend to “mail” it. He laughs in an animated way. I smile at him. He sits closer to me.
“Will you be my friend? I like making friends.”

“Hmmm .. ok”.
“Which standard are you in?”, I ask.

“UKG”.

“Hmmm? Which school?”

“Vani”.

“Oh.. ok.. Which subject do like?”

“Drawing! I draw nice.”

“Really? What do you like to draw?”

“I draw houses... nice houses!”
“I climb that and show you wait... “, so saying, he gets up and tries his hand at the alphabets or something.

I smile at him.

He comes back and sits on my other side. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“With whom have you come here?”, I ask him.

“My Grandma. My Mom is not free. She does cleaning work at houses. Cleaning! Ha ha ha!”.

I just smile again.

His Granny comes by and asks him if he’ll come along. He replies that he’s with a friend and that he’ll come later.

“ He likes talking to elders. Don’t mind. He doesn’t like playing with the other kids much”, she says.

“Its ok... No problem!”, I assure her. “I’ll be on the corner bench, ok son?”, so saying, she leaves.

Patting my knee, he says enthusiastically, “You come to my home. I will show you my drawings. I got prize also!”

“Ha? Ok..”

“That road, go straight, take right, left there is my home. When will you come? Tomorrow?”

“I don’t know.. I’ll see.”

By this time, I message a few of my friends saying, “I am in a park and a little boy comes and puts his hand over my shoulder.”
One of them suggested that I punch him in the nose, to which I had to reply that the boy was in kindergarten. The other, who was not in station, called me pronto. I explained to him that the little boy was, well, little. I even made him talk to the boy. The few words the little guy spoke was “Ok... ok...”. My dear friend, content that it WAS indeed just a little boy, bade good bye to me.

His hand back on my shoulder, he asks, “Will you come to the park everyday? What time?”

“Around 5:30... around this time in the evening”.

“Come early ya... ok? I will also come.. we’ll sit and talk. Ok ya?”.

“I’ll try.. “

“You come to my home ya..”

The sky gets darker. Getting up, I take his hand and say, “Come, we’ll search for my sister.”

I find her with a group of kids, more or less of her own age, playing in the middle of the field. I tell her, “Stay here. I’ll leave him with his Granny and be back. Don’t go anywhere, alright?”.

My astute sis, “Who is he?”

“My friend”.

“Tch! Tell me .. who is he?!”

One of her friends exclaims, “Oh this boy!? He is my father’s friend too!”.

I say, “There! See, I told you he’s my friend.”.

“Come on.. “ , I tell him.

My sis and her friends tag along.

We walk around the park... He spots his Granny.

“Hope he dint give you trouble.”, she says.

“None at all... He talks a lot though!”.

I turn to him and say, “Bye bye!”.

I call out to my sis who lingers near the unknown boy. She asks yet again, “Who is he?”.

“I told you, he is a friend of mine.”.

“Tch!”, comes her reply.


The following two days, even though I went to the park and sat on the same bench for hours, the little boy dint turn up. I sat there, thinking about him. I thought of how free and out spoken he was... how easily he made me feel comfortable.
If you know me in real life, you might understand what I mean.


While typing out this blog entry, I texted my friend requesting him to search for the message I’d sent him nearly a month ago and to give me the exact date. He digs through the archives of my thousand odd messages to him and replies, “27th”.

So, it was on 27th of March.

I’ve been thinking of, for loss of a better word, penning this down for days. I finally did it.

Ironically, I dont remember his name.

A post

11/05/2008.

More like a note to self.

A few things have come out. And here I was thinking a confrontation was needed.

Have you ever felt like this? Even though you expect something, when that eventually comes/occurs, you cant take it in you. Its JUST way too hard. You expect something to happen, you know it will, but when it does, you are "torn".
Now that reminds me of Natalie Imbruglia's song Torn.

//www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bPndxNNKfA


Try that. It was not embedded. So the link.

Pay attention to the lyrics.



Who am I kidding?

Ah.. hello!

You're in control is there anywhere you wanna go?
You're in control is there anything you wanna know?
The future's for discovering.
The space in which we're traveling.

- Coldplay

I might have started boring you with this (iff you’ve read my previous posts, that is). But who cares! Get bored. Bah!

The recent turn of events in my life, have brought me back to the same question again. My purpose here? Or rather, what IS anybody’s purpose on this ‘planet’ that we call ‘earth’? Or on this humungous universe. Or whatever/wherever we are. If we actually ARE, that is. I’m starting to think that it’s all an illusion. But that’s not what I WANT to believe. But then again, there are very few things I actually believe in. I’ll prattle about that later.

I know that someday I’d be an... an.. Albert Einstein or a.. Rukmini Devi Arundale (People who know me in real life, go ahead, laugh. I am laughing too, anyway. :| ). Meaning that I’d someday be remembered through text books and more. Which is so very NOT likely. But so what?! Big deal! Bah!

What about the life that I’m living now? Questions without answers, you’d say. So? Look for some answers without questions, will ya dud?

I want to know what the heck am doing here. I’ve a good mind to stop everything that I’m doing right now and sit still for nearly 23 hours a day for a lifetime and see what happens. Apart from the obvious answers to that weird thought of mine, I’d appreciate a few logical, real, good, legible ones. (Legible? Yeah. You read it right. )

And no, it aint a paradox. :|

Ironic

If you haven’t heard Alanis Morissette’s song Ironic, well it’s just too ironic that you haven’t.

It never fails to lift my mood up.

:))

Second tag!!!

Swat tagged me. Again! :P

A-Available?: What kind of a freaking flickling question is that?

B-Best friend(s): Either too many or none.

C-Cake or Pie: Cake. Pie. No cake. Pie. Cake. No pie. No no!

D-Drink(s) of choice: Does water count?

E-Essential thing used everyday: Apart from the obvious ones, “b.clean”. Though am running short of it, lately.

F-Favorite color: Purple. Dark purple. Anytime.

G-Gummi bears or worms: What is which? Or which is what?

H-Hometown: Right here.

I-Indulgence: Come again?

J-January or February: Feb of course! :D

K-Kids and names: Kids and silly, cute names go well with each uzzer. You know, baby, cutie pie, sweety, and all that.

L-Life is incomplete without: A lotta things.

M-Marriage date: On a rainy day, apparently.

N-Number of siblings: One kid sister.

O-Oranges or apples: I prefer the citrus variety.

P-Phobias: Ah. Many.

Q-Quote: Quote - unquote. Now, from which magazine is that?

R-Reason to smile: Well, what kinda smile is this referred to actually? Anyway, any reason will do I guess.

S-Season: Rainy. Cloudy.

T-Tag three people: Yeah right. Humour me. :P

U-Unknown fact about me: Let that stay unknown... for now, anyway. :)

V-Vegetable(S) you do not like: Like ‘em all!

W-Worst habit: My Mum would agree with this. Procrastinating. :|

X-rays you have had: Twice, as far as I remember. Once while I was wearing my braces and the second time was last year when I had a lil’ accident. Poor right foot. Er... ankle.

Y-Your favourite food: Chopped raw tomatoes + lemon + a pinch of pepper + a pinch of salt + finely chopped fresh green chillies + chaat masala, all mixed together! Deeelicious! :))

Z-Zodiac: An Aquarian. :)

An arbit(rary) post.

I looked up the word “arbit”. Turned out it doesn’t exist. But the word “arbitrary” does. Bah!

I just finished re-reading “You belong to me” and “Remember me” by Mary Higgins Clark. My Grand Pa has a showcase full of novels. Every author is in there. Lee Child, John Grisham, David Baldacci, Frederick Forsythe, Jack Higgins, James Hadley Chase, Nelson DeMille, Harry Patterson, Richard Patterson, Vince Flynn, Colin Forbes, you name it. I stand in front of those thousands of novels and I fail to decide on which to read. What gives? I go back to re-reading JKR. Bleh!

Why do I pretend to be dumb? I mean, I realised it when my dear Aunt pointed it out to me. I wonder why I do that. Heck! I know am smart! And maybe a little intimidating too! Muahahahaa! :D

Swat thought I was hibernating. Was I? My Mom reads my blog, Swat. Period. :P =))

=)) That smiley. I seem to be using that a lot lately. Though I still love this one “ :D “ . This one, “ :) “ can be real annoying. Prat showed me that. :|

I seem to be singing “Another day in Paradise” a lot these days. The same goes for “She will be loved” and Chantal-something’s version of “Leaving on a jet plane”. Weird me.

*All my BAGS are PAcked, am ready to goOO. Am STANding right, outside your doOR. I HATE to wake you UP To say good byEEE*

=))

Do you ever talk to yourself? ‘Course you do. You do that all the time, don’t you? Don’t worry. I do it too. It kinda helps in sorting out the plentiful thoughts in your head.

Ta-Ta!

For now, anyway.

My first ever TAG! Yay!

Swat tagged me.. So here goes!


Ten Things You Wish You Could Say To People Right Now (names withheld) :

1) I really really feel sorry for you. But hey, its not my problem!

2) I want a chocolate!

3) You are sooo like.. you know.. like.

4) Get lost. (I am with Swat on this one..)

5) Bah!

6) I know.

7) Don’t gape at girls like that. It’s indecent.(Am keeping this one too!! :D =)) )

8 ) I may not show it, but I really love you guys.

9) Stop yapping about yourself all the time. (Again ,seconded.)

10) Puh-lease. You don’t know the whole story yourself.



Nine Things About Yourself



1) I’m a very compromising person. I know I’ve said that a lotta times. But then again, hey!

2) I’d rather have me by myself.

3) I know am smart.

4) There’s this forward that keeps getting forwarded. “Never make someone a priority in your life, when you are just an option in theirs”. I seem to keep putting such people on top of my list. This has GOT to stop!

5) If I don’t speak out, it either means that I don’t want you to be intimidated by me or that I am intimidated.

6) I prefer reading a book to watching a movie.

7) I wish I’d keep my temper. More often, that is.

8 ) My lucky number is “ 8 “ . =))

9) I love my room!



Eight Ways To Win Your Heart



1) Be yourself. (Seconded)

2) Wit and humor! Matters a lot. (Double seconded). Yeah. You can be real funny. =))

3) DONT pretend to be smarter than me. You’ll only make yourself more dumber.

4) Don’t give me a chocolate as a first gesture.

5) Dress sensibly! NOT “branded-ly”!

6) Your looks don’t matter. Forget about it.

7) Be the first to talk. I don’t usually talk much. :|

8) My lucky number again! :D LOL! =))

[ There is a difference between the 5th and the 6th , yes! ]


Seven Things That Cross Your Mind A Lot



1) The purpose of my life? Huh?

2) Family.

3) I really should get up more early.

4) What AM I gonna do after these two years or so?

5) Friends.

6) What’s with her/him?! =))

7) Try being an extrovert.


Six Things You Wish You Never Did



1) Wish I hadn’t grown my hair this long.

2) I wish I didnt stay mum when people really expected me to speak up. (Seconded)

3) I wish I never gave someone so much place in my life. (Seconded)

4) Wish I’d never forgotten to take that English book in my 4th standard. Things would have been a lot better then. :((

5) Wish I’d not lost my senses.

6) Wish I’d never spoken up before thinking right.



Five Turn-Off’s



1) Swearing in every sentence, thinking that it’s cool to do so. (Seconded)

2) Show-off guys on bikes are a huge turn-off. (Seconded). Yep. Guys. *shakes her head*

3) Wrong attitude.

4) Egoism.(Seconded) And sarcasm.

5) People who have “use- and- throw” attitude towards others. (Seconded) Ah well.. I just agree with Swat! :D



Four Turn-On’s



1) Wit and humor. Be real funny!! :D

2) Humility.

3) Acceptance.

4) Good grammar. =)) Ok. I was joking. :D



Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die



1) Take my family to Egypt.

2) Make sure that my sis ends up well in life.

3) Be successful. In everything. All the ventures.



Two Smileys that Describe You



1) :D

2) :P



One Confession


Only one? =)) Bwahahahaha! :D



PS - I seem to have used the word “Seconded” a lot. It just means that I agreed with Swat.

Ta-ta for now!

Am not tagging anyone.


:|

Fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaands!

College life. If you were to give it a single name, or rather, describe it with an adjective, what would it be? I cant think of any. :| I’ve met an assortment of people, portraying different personas in my degree college. Here are a few of ‘em. Mind, they are in no particular order.

Libby - Sits right in the front, right beside the door. Handy for a quick escape. She’s ok. :P

- Juvenile.

Febina - One of the first girls who spoke to me. I still remember her extending out her hand and introducing herself. Now, every other time she sees me, gives me a hug and a peck on my check.

- Innocent, apparently.

Aditya - Sits next to the window. Not so handy for a quick escape. Thinks I dominate him, like whatever that means. :|

- Bah!

Elluru - Shilpa. She likes swapping “buzz”. Tags Bisha like, forever.

- Vulnerable.

Bisha - Another front bencher. A real funny girl. Loves to have fun. Plays "Mamma" for us sometimes. =))

- Double juvenile.

Shubham - A nice guy.Tries to be real funny. Succeeds a few times. But I like him. Period. He and Ankit share a flat, where I hope to cook sometime. =)

- Irritable, but likable also.

Ankit - Labeled as the “Class Flirt”. A real nice guy. Always a ready smile on his face. Aids Shubham on his spree of irritating us all.

- Funny.

Smitha - One girl who’s quite hard to understand. ‘Nough said.

- Perplexing.

Pandu - Oye Pandu! :D A guy who minds his stuff. I forget that bag of his. :D And yeah, a great dancer!!! =))

- Oye!

Akshay - The CR. I emphasize that a lot.. and a lot of times. :P Vibes, is what I get. *shudders*

- Quiet.

Soumya - Another of my good friends. Keeps reminding me to wear my shades. Er.. my spectacles. :P :|

- Trusty.

Viju - Sticks to the point. I like that.

- :)

Barsha - Dresses like a tomboy. Might even be one. I do like her, though. :)

- Friendly enough.

Priya - :D Speaks out. Bunks every other math class. Bah! Bunks every other class.

- Nice. =))

Shalu - A really really quiet girl. Shhh.. don’t talk. I cant hear her talking.

- An ideal student.

Mishra - Ashwani. Plays a lot of pranks on the others. I call him by his surname. Be wary of your cell phone!

- Mishra bhai! :)

Aakash - Known him for more than 2 years now. We don’t talk about our different pasts.

- A not-lost friend.

Ramya - I want to be as tall as her! :( A girl who shares my thoughts, most of the time, anyway.

- Tall!!!

Kishen - A sportsman. Like, into sports.

- Umm..

Akash - The laugh riot of the class, if I may say so. His smile makes you think of all silly things. Played volleyball grinning.

- LOL!

All of them are really really really good. I love them all.

I know I’ve missed out on most of you guys ( Like you’ll ever read this). But hey! I might remember you like, forever.

:)

Gravity

Love this song. :) :) :)

Description: Ending Song

Performed by: Maaya Sakamoto
Lyrics: Troy
Composition, Arrangement: Youko Kanno













The Wolf's Rain closing theme version omits lines 9 - 14...











The lyrics...



Been a long road to follow
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye to yesterday
are the memories I hold still valid?
or have the tears deluded them?
maybe this time tomorrow
the rain will cease to follow
and the mist will fade into one more today
something somewhere out there keeps calling
am I going home?
will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
zero gravity what's it like?
am I alone?
is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
still the road keeps on telling me to go on
something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all

Looking glass

My sister finally made it into the dance group for her school annual day. She now comes home really tired. On one such particular evening...


Sis : My leg’s hurting! (Tries her hand at wailing).
Mamma : Come here, I’ll make it go.
Sis : Is there moov? (She meant the balm)
Mamma : Yes, Papa has got a new tube.

*Mamma gets a phone call... *

Mamma : I’ll ask Papa to massage... I’ll be back.
Sis : No! you do it! (Puts on her long face)
Papa : Come here...

*Sis continues to wail*

*I take my gaze off the glass*

Me : Abhi, lets name them.
Sis : Tch! (Puts on a “My leg is paining... don’t talk silly” look)
Me : Come on... look, we’ll start with these two.

*Papa escapes*

Sis : Ok.. we’ll name them “Angel”
Me : But there are two of them...
Sis : They are alike!
Me : No.. see this one? It’s got a few streaks of white on it.

*Sis takes a closer look*

Sis : Right akka!
Me : I told you...
Sis : ok.. one is Angel.
Me : Other? Fairy?
Sis : No... “Angie”
Me : Angie sounds silly... Fairy

*Sis ponders for a few moments..*

Sis : Ok.. Fairy and Angel... the full black one is Angel.. the one with the white streaks is Fairy.
Me : Ok!

*Sis smiles... the aching of the leg long forgotten...*

Sis : See... Angel and Fairy are always together...! They don’t move... lazy they are!
Me : I know! (Grins)
Sis : What shall we name the others? The orange one? Lets call it “ Pony”!

*I don’t voice out my thought that a “Pony” suits a horse better*

Me : Ok.. whatever.

*Sis smiles... I smile back...*
*Mamma comes back and sits next to her... I tell her in sign language about the forgotten leg pain... Mamma smiles*



*I continue gazing through the glass whilst my Sis tries her best at naming the rest of them*