And the award goes to...

Recently, our very own Mozart, A.R. Rahman, won two Oscars for his brilliant music direction, in Slumdog Millionaire. This got me thinking. We Indians do have an ear for music, but do we have an ear for words, rather lyrics? Take a look at the follwing.

Disclaimer: Take a breather and sit down. These songs might cause cardiac insomnia.

-> Cow dies,

Man eats,

Take the skin,

Beat the drum

Naaku Mukka(x14) - I'm ain't kiddin' here.

Yep, one of the biggest hits of the year. Got all of Tamil Nadu(dare I say India) on the dance floor. When there are lightning fast beats, who gives a damn about the lyrics!?!

-> When I close my eyes,

and I'm about to sleep,

My bedroom fan comes down,

And wakes me up,

And tells me to think of you

If you have a broken-hearted friend, who has a really big nose and atrocious spectacles and bugs bunny teeth, this is the song for him. Guarenteed to make you commit suicide after you hear the ghastly rap from Blaaze(who in my opinion might just be your friendly neighbourhood bathroom singer, nay, rapper).

-> Light a cigarette,

From the liver,

There's a huge fire,

In my liver.

This might be because Bips has a lotta bile(pun intended).

And to think that India once produced great poets like Rabindranath Tagore, Kalidas among many others.

I leave you with the best one.

-> Where is the party tonight?

(low pitched grunt)

It's in your house.

Where is the party tonight?

(yet another low pitched grunt)

It's in my house.

Where is the party tonight?

(low pitched grunt, again)

In the middle of the road.

Where is the party tonight?

(the last low pitched grunt)

In Tamil Nadu.

Lemon

So, I promised a post everyday, and here I am. In my previous post I had mentioned that I have started cooking. The title of this post might seem confusing right now, but I guarantee that by the end of this post, you will know what I am talking about. Oh, by the way I have tossed in a few pictures to go along with the post, so keep a napkin ready...you might want to wipe that drool :D

Last night, I pushed my poor, poor mother out of the kitchen and claimed the territory. Though my mother was screaming bloody murder, I being the stubborn person that I am, decided to make a side-dish to go with the amazing chapatis that my mom had prepared. So, I popped into the fridge and decided to prepare what I proudly call "Cauliflower Zing".

And here are few pictures(Caution - they might cause drool):

Look at the rich beautiful green peeking between that golden yellow and yum brown!

And, for your information, it was delish!

And no, you may not request the recipe! It's a secret....muhahaha!

Am I forgetting something? Oh yeah, the name of the post. Well, I may have gone a tad overboard with the lemon juice :P

Guess who's back...ta-da-da....Back again!

The title of this post is inspired by Eminem's song "Without Me".

So I know I haven't been writing regularly. And this time I have no excuse at all. I mean, it has been more than 10 days since my vacations started!

So what have I been doing all this time? Good question. And the answer is: not much. Or that's the answer I give my friends. Truthfully speaking, I have been doing a little more than 'not much'. I have watched 13 movies since I came home, I have cooked 2 dishes entirely by myself without any help at all from my mother, I have almost finished reading a book, and I have started watching Frasier. Jam-packed schedule, huh?

Point is, I have decided to write more, so here I am. I promise(and I hope not to break it) to write a post everyday. That's right. Every single day. So help me God!

Readers, prepare yourselves for lot of reviews, pointless posts and (maybe) a broken promise, because I am back(cue theme music)!

My First Common Crush

Well, this was one of the more prominent ones. I still remember how my close, close friend Jass and I used to hang on to the remote, switching between music channels at the speed of light...waiting to catch a glimpse of 'Him'. Who is 'He'? 'He' is the most good-looking guy, the most awesome dancer, the most talented singer and the best music composer...well at least 'He' was at that time...to be more specific regarding the time=>when I was in 11th grade. Who is 'He'(this is the last time I use quotes)? See for yourself.

Yeah I know, he is not even that cute. He's a bit of a douche, really(see 0:38 in the video). Actually J loved him more than me. Much more. There was this one incident I cannot forget when she was walking down Rolla Square at 6 PM(rush hour).

Oh by the way, this is how Rolla Square looks when it's NOT crowded.

Anyhoo, she is about to cross the street when she sees this poster of him outside some shady video rental store and she stepped in front of a Hummer and nearly killed herself. But of course, the first thing she did after returning home was punch in my number and let out squeals of glory regarding how cute he looked, how awesome his hair looked, etc. Yes, she is mental.

I saw the video again a few days back, and I don't know why I had a crush on this guy in the first place! But I've to admit, he dances well :) He is the classic example of a person whose talent overshadows his looks. But more than this, more than anything else, the reason I still like this video is a memory I have. A memory in which two silly 11th grade girls swoon over their first common crush :)

The Placement Treatment

So, I haven't told my readers yet...I'm placed :) *applause* Yes, keep sending me those lovely bouquets! It was a huge surprise actually...my tests were 2 days away and the moment I came to know that I got placed, my books somehow repelled my eyes(not that I was inclined to pick them up earlier but whatever). I finally feel I've accomplished something after 3 years of doing almost nothing :) Life has been good, people.

Anyway, the fun part is what comes after someone gets placed. In my hostel(Opal), we have a wide range of options to choose from...weather-dependent and what's-in-the-mess-dependent of course.

Rainy Weather

Pick up the placed person and throw her mercilessly into the extremely dirty puddles that crowd our quadrangle. Note that these puddles are a party venue for bacteria and red ants. You think it's over? Not so fast! Surround the placed girl and start kicking her, brutally. What about the girls whose boyfriends got placed? Throw them in as well! Someone's feeling left out...jump right in!!! I got this treatment, and boy, it was fun!

Thayir Saadham Day

Thayir Saadham/Congealed Goo lying solitarily in the mess? No problemo! Just ladle generous amounts onto the plate. Lure the placed girl out of her room stating some phony excuse. Surround her like a bunch of vultures around a baby harp seal. Scream...Aim...Fire! Combine this baby with eggs and she's bound to stink for a week!

Bumps!!!

The classic bumps treatment...no introduction required. Just wear your strongest shoes and kick the placed girl non-stop. She will be walking sideways for a week...guaranteed ;)

These are some of the decent things that I could put up for public viewing :D Geez, I'm gonna miss hostel :)