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S.T.I.N.K

Posted: February 17, 2011 in my life, random

It’s very rarely you get to hear this from a home-sick, ghar-ka-khana craving, new-in-the-city kid(what? hey! it’s just been 3 months! oh, pfffft fine…) but I love my new place!!I just moved in here from a small torture cell disguised as a PG and this new place is absolute heaven and not just by comparison!

PROS:

  • Beach right at my back-doorstep.
  • Library(the kind of library with nice books in it and not just romantic mills and boons collections… and ooh it smells nice)
  • The yummiest lebanese food joint at a too short a walk from here (not enough of a walk to burn off the calories from  said yummiest lebanese food)
  • Free internet at my place, which means I can throw off the yoke of heavy-internet-bill tyranny.

I could go on… but, you know, in the interests of preserving readership…

CONS:

    ummm…

    see, this is the honeymoon phase. This place is flawless… it’s true!

    ok, fine.. no place is perfect. I have a small, small room in a PG with a wash basin in it (converted the dining area space into a room, see)… and said wash basin stinks. all the time. S.T.I.N.K.S.

    The only way to counter the stink is to keep the A/C turned on all the time( I dont know how that works.. but stinkless!), which means putting on the yoke of heavy-A/C- bill tyranny and, of course, brain freezing cold. Anyhoo…

    So, it’s Dec 31st and everybody was making plans at the workplace ( I cannot say this enough times. It’s been 2 months already. A paycheck’s come and gone. And yet. I have a job now…lalalaaaa!). People looked like they were sitting together and discussing their respective work-types stuff, but really, it was just a facade. Everybody was going to do something fun. Something unspeakably wild. And by God they were going to do it tonight. I even saw a bunch of people assemble with military precision and march off toward proposed destination of said fun. Another set zoomed past in shiny helmets and bikes with nether a backward glance.

    I assure you dear friends, I had the lamest start to the new year. No big parties.No big bills. Just a small, quiet affair in the room, in the company of close friends and a chocolate cake.I had sev puri and milkshake to celebrate the coming of another year and very tamely went off to sleep before sunrise. The other roomies did have their share of wild fun. But there’s a gag order. And it’s strict.
    What we all did have in abundance, though, was resolutions. Ash’s resolution was to not make any. Ap’s was to sleep early. Ys was largely successful in keeping up her resolve, the room still stinks darlingsss. And then there’s mine. It’s secret. It’s almost a wish, so I dont want to say anything and jinx it. Fingers crossed!
    Here’s some of the other resolutions I’ve made this year:
    * Get pretty.

    * Start saving! If all the paychecks go the way this one went, I’ll be a fat, pimply thing with loads of clothes that dont fit.

    * Ooooooooh exercise!

    * Learn to be more considerate. Anyone that’s been with Pr (roomie!) will tell you that, you can’t be friends with her and not want to learn to be as kind and as considerate as her.
    How was your new year’s? Was it as lame as mine? Did you have fun with a vengaence? Resolutions?
    Toodles y’all.  Happy New Year!

    It’s waaayyy past midnight, girlsies and boysies, and I say this because it is a wholly unnatural and ungodly hour to be venting about self-esteem issues. It’s not long that you live with five pretty girls flitting about the room daintily, before beginning to feel like an elephant in tights. I also have the top bunk, which means a whole lot of inelegant and very unladylike pirrouette-ing before finally hitting the runway, every morning. every.single.morning. Not good for the self esteem, ESPECIALLY when there’s Ap looking like she just got back from Vogue’s “Off-to-bed” photo shoot.

    1) I want to be beautifuuuuulllll. I want James Blunt to take one look at me and compose another master piece that sounds a lot like “You’re Beautiful”.

    My cousin’s all a-married now, but when she first announced to her parents that she was ready to get married, I only remember well…no, no, no , no, no. No new-age, educated woman could be ready for marriage at 23. 23! thats’ not even a quarter of a decade! Buuuuut, then she went and became her mother-in-law’s favorite and has a husband(!) with whom she takes lovey dovey pics and posts on facebook.

    2)I want to be all domestic! I want to be able to knit a sweater, cook three damn tasty meals a day, model my house like something straight out of “Home Decor”, save a woman from dying and all this with perfectly manicured nails and THEN go out and take super-awesome couple  pics and post them on facebook.

    Ar, back from tenth grade, was the awesomest person I knew. She was doing stuff on the internet when it was still called The Internet and chatting and AOL were inseperable. suuuuperrr cool. She was pretty good with her guitar and sometimes sat down staring into space, thinking hard about some  new composition she was making up. She was winning all the races at school and the teachers were debating if she had more potential as the sports captain or as the cultural-activities captain. Alllsooooo, and here’s what I heart…she had that cool, tomboy thing going on for her.

    3)I want to be multi-talented. I want to, want to, want to play a sport AND look elegant and graceful as I kick the ball straight into the goal, or tee it right into the hole or bat it right out of the stadium or whatever. I want to learn to play an instrument and then release a single that totally goes viral. I want random people to point at me while I nonchalantly sip my juice on a hot day, and say “There sips juice, the latest internet billionaire.”

    I have a job now dear friends, and it makes my heart happy to say it, type it or even just mouth it slowly. However, in the course of the past few weeks I have come across all sorts of people. The kind that wears glasses and solves coding-mysteries. The kind that could tell you everything that is wrong with the Iphone or the Kindle or even Twitter and then go out and make their version and become wildly popular or incredibly rich or whatever.

    4)I have to find a way to become more geeky. And enjoy it. ummm….ok, not so much this one.

    Aaaaanywayyy, you get the point.

    In which we get headaches…

    Posted: December 4, 2010 in my life, random

    Its been a good weekend, if not a little crazy. what with the room mates (hold it! let me savour the words, roll them in my mouth a little… i have room mates now lalala,I live in this big city all alone with what-are-those-things-called? yes, room mates… roomies… f-room-iends…hee hee) staying up all night in a crazy lets-watch- 90210-episodes-back- to-back, and then having a terrible headache today morning and not being able to get out of bed, followed by the most amazingly delicious pizza I have ever had in all my life.

    anyway, the job is good. i must say though, this training business is really bad for the health. frazzles the nerves n all. makes you stay up all night, reading messed up code that simply does nothing for the eyes. dark cirles et al. the only silver lining? The “life skills” sessions. sessions designed to make you dress up, speak up and do both well. I particularly like the oral and written communication sessions. I mean, the trainer’s awesome. You feel the entire 3 month tor-training-ture is worth it just for the pure pleasure of having met him. Bunch of average students, the charismatic and motivated young teacher/coach/prof  driving them to excel, very hollywood. More about him, in the next post.

    okie….gtg, the f-room-iends ( i like that word, it grows on me) have planned another late night movie session and i seem to be holding them up.

    toodles y’all…

    The burberry

    Posted: August 31, 2009 in my life, random
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    Burberry-ina!I have..(smug smug expression)… a brand new, original burberry wallet. hah! beat that!
    And I have an aunt who loves me so much she gets me these things. hahah!
    Am I lucky or what?

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    and it looks something like this…and it’s really close to my heart and I want to tuck it under my pillow and sleep every night…well, you get the point..

    One of those…

    Posted: August 24, 2009 in my life, random
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    Of the non-prose variety…The class was especially boring.. and we’d just watched an especially touching episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S… what else were we supposed to do…anyway go ahead read it..

    One of those

    Momma told me I was gonna get one of those;
    She told me I was gonna be one of those;
    They’re called friends…
    She told me I’de walk up the street some day
    And not see her but walk straight up to one of those
    They’re called friends…

    Oh and when I scraped my knee
    up the stairs of your place;
    And when you bruised your shin
    from the cycle at my place;
    We both didn’t know, we were bearing marks of our bond…

    Oh and our sweaty hands clasping;
    our shoeless feet dangling;
    The sunlight felt brighter;
    those days somehow warmer;
    I never knew that all that time we were setting aside a place in our hearts…

    See, momma was right.. you were one of those…

    Momma told me I was gonna meet one of those;
    She told me I’d leave behind some of those;

    She told me I’d walk up the street someday
    And see them there but walk past anyway;

    See, Momma was right…You were one of those…

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    man…we felt sooo soppy later, all goose-bumpy and huggy… Tj, Vr, Ys, Vn, Sz, Sh and me…all of us like that..

    i’ve been away away

    Posted: August 10, 2009 in my life, random
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    i’ve been so busy these hols(new sem started, so tada hols…) and what with my computer giving me problems…i just couldn’t get online as often as i wanted to…anyway…there’s an essay writing contest…”do unto others as you would have others do unto you”..analysis etc in 1000 words and my sister’s pestering me to help her with the job…off i go…