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 :)

You have to push boundaries to make discoveries!

Well, the title of this post was the 5th and final question in my Creative Writing paper. I had to write an original story revolving around this title. Now, you've to know something about me. I hate writing in exams. I keep my answers short. Very short, in fact. Whilst people complain about taking only four extra sheets in addition to the 18-sheet booklet that they already have, I rejoice after filling up 12 sheets with crap that no one cares about. Also, I love looking at the ceiling during exams. Somehow, the answers just drop into my head. This is, however, time-consuming and suspicion-inducing. So, I had about 5 minutes left to complete a 5 mark question. No time to look at the ceiling. And then I thought about my trip to Delhi-Jaipur-Fatehpur Sikri-Gurgaon and I decided to write the following original story...of course, I toned down the language in the paper :)

Jaipur was hot. It was hot, stuffy, and full of people. And forts. Every fort was a stone's throw away from another fort. And as it turns out, I couldn't care less for forts. I don't see the difference in the architecture of a fort built in 1800 and a fort built in 1810!

And the tour guides were just irritating. They claimed to take us "phree of coast" and give us "ejclujive tour" of the forts. While they gave us facts that were too unbelievable to be facts, we stood around drinking water, juice, kulfi(it melted)..pretty much anything to keep ourselves hydrated. By the end of the second day, we were too tired to lift a finger.

So on our drive back to the hotel, it was with great difficulty that we decided to see one more fort. And that, my friends, was one of the best decisions ever. When I walked into the fort, it noticed that it was empty, with the exception of a jolly old man sitting in a corner. He told me to look around; he didn't insist on giving me a tour. I liked him for that :)

I noticed a wide staircase and started climbing it. The walls were lined with faded paintings, but there was something so beautiful about the paintings. The paintings were so lonely, but so very expressive.

As I reached to top of the staircase, I saw a circular room. The walls were almost reduced to rubble. But they left a window that stretched on for half of the room's perimeter. And as I looked out of the window, I saw something that I'd never seen in Jaipur before. The dwindling streets, the quaint houses, the colourful shops - it was such a breathtaking view. I felt like I was in Utopia. I was glad that I decided to visit that fort. If I hadn't I wouldn't have believed that Jaipur was truly a beautiful city :)

18 things to do before I hit 25 :)

It has taken me quite some time to think about the things I want to do before I turn 25 (This post has been a draft for more than a month!). In fact, it was initially "25 things to do before I turn 25", but I fell short of 7 :P


I would be happy if I did at least a few! Some of the things on the list don't make sense. It's just crazy stuff that I would like to do to have fun! Some of the things on the list are wee bit sensible. Here's to hoping I manage to do atleast half on the things in the list :)

• Go Bungee Jumping!




• Get blue highlights(and shock parents out of their wits).





• Watch Ram Gopal Varma ki Aag. Must. Watch. It.

• Learn juggling!







• Somehow convey to George Clooney that I'm in love with him. Sigh!

• Get a pet turtle or pet tortoise.








• Learn the difference between turtle and tortoise.

• See the Dead Sea!

• Watch a cricket match live. Preferably Aussies against England.

• Win a pani puri eating contest.

• Visit Machu Picchu. It just looks so beautiful in pictures!
  



• Go on an all-expenses-paid-by-me trip to USA with Appa, Amma and Tarun :) Oh and I hope that Tarun doesn't get food poisoning and ruin the trip (like he did when we went to Singapore in 2000...first and last time we ever went on a trip...)

• Watch all the James Bond movies. Especially the Roger Moore ones. My god, he is awesome!







• Say either one or all of the following: "How do you like me now, bitch?", "Oh no she di'int!","Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!" :D

• Buy an Audi R8. *drool*

• Get a tattoo! Maybe some sexy arabic calligraphy or a dragon.




• Pick up a cockroach -wait for it-with my bare hands -here's the kicker- without screaming.
  
  



• Plant saplings. Go the Captain Planet way.

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...

Well, not right now but exactly one week from now, my father would be accusing us of delay. See, this is how it works in our family.

while(journey)
{
switch(time)
{
case 9:00 A.M.:
Appa: We should leave at 8:30 P.M., maximum. Train is at 10:00 P.M.
All: Ok.

case 3:00 P.M.:
Appa: We should leave at 9:00 P.M., maximum. Train is at 10:00 P.M.
All: Ok.

case 6:00 P.M.:
Appa: We should leave at 9:15 P.M., maximum. Train is at 10:00 P.M.
All: Ok.

case 9:30 P.M.:
We actually leave home.

case 9:59 P.M.:
All: Yay! We made it.
Appa: Reeeeally...you people...next time, I'm telling youuuu...
}
}

So hell(NIT Trichy) beckons and I must be there no later than 12th. Yeah, bull. I'm gonna be there on 18th. I seriously don't want to go back this time. I mean, usually at the end of other vacations I say the same thing. But this time is different. This time, I really don't want to go back. See how I put 'really' in bold?

I'm most comfortable at home. At home, I'm an annoying, irritating, over-confident, loud-mouthed know-it-all. At college, I'm nothing like that. Maybe annoying and irritating. But everything else goes down the drain. I know it seems like I adhere perfectly to the character sketch even in college, but seriously, I'm nothing like that. This semester is going to be the worst yet. I'm absolutely 100% sure that my self-confidence level is going to be on the negative side.

I've observed that there are two kinds of people:

• Chilled out-> I love these people. They're genuinely chilled out and they don't give a shit. How amazing is that!

• Freaked out-> I love these people. They're genuinely freaked out and they are open about it. How amazing is that!

Then, there's the third kind.

• Chilled out on the outside, freaked out on the inside-> I hate these people. They act like they've got their shit together. But one day, their pent-up frustrations give way to the freaked out persona.

I'm the third kind. And believe me, next semester is going to be full of mood fluctuations. Oh Genie, I just want one wish from you. I wish I could stay home :(