sniff sniff

1.the smell of a little baby after a bath ... the mix of powder and milk .. on the thin soft hair ...
2.the smell of parachute oil .. when u get a weekly oil scrub from mum
3. the smell of mud when it rains
4.your dad and his favourite perfume ... right when he walks past you leaving for office ..(siiiggh i love brut :)).....
5.the smell drying chillies on the roof ...
6. the smell of dettol .. after all the times we have fallen
7. the smell of prince phenyl ... when u reach home after the servant has just cleaned the house
8. the smell of rasam or sambar and the drool that comes with it
9. the smell of camphor .. just before a puja start
10. the smell of sweat .. after a fantastic game of chor police and out out
11. the smell of chicken or fish from the neighbours house
12. the smell of your grandma ... and her powder that she has been using since god only knows :P
13. the smell of sweaters when we take them out in winter
14. the smell of a house .. its weird but each house has a different smell
15. the smell of agarbatti in the morning after a bath
16. the smell of mallepoolu when the guy gives it to you
17. the smell of ajinomoto at the chinese bandi
18. the smell of a puppy just after it has had milk
19. the smell of vibhooti and the taste also :P:P
20.the smell of mysore sandal "the soap"
21.the smell when u cross vacs in the evening *droolsssss*
22.the smell of that special someone...
23. the smell of petrol and a matchstick after it is lit :)
24. the smell of alll the perfumess when u enter shoppers stop or lifestyle
25. the smell of holi :)..
26. the smell of mummy when she hugs you after a fight
27.the smell of the studio:):)
28. the smell of a cigarette
29. the smell of chocolate right when you open the packet
30. the smell of mehendi on the brides hand
31.the smell of pickle:)
32. the smell of shampoo when a person sits in front of you after a head bath
33. the smell of a toilet in the train
34. the smell of the chat bhandar
35. the smell of smoke from the havan
36. the smell of your bed ...... :)
37. the smell of your clothes .....
38. the smell of friends :)
39. the smell of your dog after he runs in the rain
40.. the smell that lingers after a bath :)
.... i am reading shantaram .... and the author talks about his first meeting with india .. its not the sights or the sounds that caught his eye .. it was the smell ...... :).... so sniff sniff:)....... aurevoir

ME

When you reach the cross roads of life
And your running helter skelter
Making all the right decisions
For a career, food and shelter

When your at this road
And you search far and wide
You look for a known face
In this huge people tide

You wish you had someone
To laugh and walk along
You wish you could slide and swing
As you sing a stupid known song

You wait for a sign
A small little token of care
You feel like a lost kid
At the big village fair

You think of all those friends
Who were yours forever
You wish you had one of them
To walk with or atleast near

I don’t know if I am in that list
I don’t want to search and see
But don’t forget in that village fair
There was a lost kid named “ME"

Fraandships 4 evaaa

The first time i met her
was my first day of college
she was loud , shreiky and weird
with a big bundle of knowledge

when i got to know her
a little bit every day
i saw her in Class
i even saw her at play

she and me get along weirdly
some people named her leedle
creativity is her forte
she can make gifts with thread and needle

the first time i met him
it was in a crowded bus
one of the very few guys i knew
who really never did fuss

he came from DXB
and had tons of tales to tell
he was as impulsive as me
we suddenly decided to go to the well

he is still in love with this chick we know
he doesnt tell her how he feels
bhai and me share a lot in common
mostly the punishment and kneels

the first time i met him
i was confused with his name
it was 4 years back
but he is still known for his fame

he is hilarious and mature
he is known for his charms
it is seriously rare
if u see him do any harm

i've known him longest
for reasons known to him and me
there were a lot of fights between us
but we are still here .... hmmm destiny

if i know one thing
and i feel its true whenever
no matter what where and how
ourr fraaandshipppss is 4 evaaa :):)




*mashallah...........kisi ke nazar na lage :)*

i now pronounce u HUSBAND AND WIFE :)

FAIRYTALE weddings as most people call it are mostly about the ambience .. the food the setting .. the guests .. the mehendi .. the baaraat ... and all the showing off the house does .... i just attended a fairytale wedding that really stood true to its name .... where the prince and his princess lived happily ever after ... and this time the wedding was ALL about them .... :).. the setting (was beautiful).. the guests, the food it was all goood .. but when u look back to what you remember most .. u remember their faces ... smiling .. grinning .. and completely in love ... each more in love with the other .... and ready to take on the world as Mr&Mrs.... It was fairytale also because the guy was french*drooollls*.. i dont think i have ever seen a man more in love with his woman(touchwood).. its funny but it wasnt the puppy love or the newly weds love .. it was love much beyond its years ... it was commitment like never before ... it was knowing she/he is all that i need to be happy forever and foralways .......
I dunno if this stands true for every one .. but from what i see and know .. if the man is ready to get married the way his wife wants to get married ... they really do live happily ever after..:)......... i was always apprehensive about marriage and all that jazz .. but after seeing something so simple yet so beautiful .. i cant wait to TIE the KNOT .... aurevoir

I SEE!!!!

I see a smile light up a face
I see laughter always leaving a trace
I see joy searching for its base
I see i see

I see a tear glisten in a loved ones eye
I see a girl speak even though she is shy
I see friends walking by
I see I see

I see love in all its forms
I see people breaking norms
I see temper as it turns into a storm
I see I see

I see bliss all around
I see rather hear a weird sound
I see flames and people fall to the ground
I see I see

I see terror and fright
I see my nations plight
I see everything but right
I see I see

I see i have woken up to a new day
I see i will have to live this way
I see we can never be HAPPY and GAY
I see I see

I see life in all its show
I see it crumble blow by blow
I see it fall really low
I see I see

As i go blind by all the scare
I see what my kids have to bear
I see we haven't left them a share
I see I see

I still see how we have become
I see a Funeral with trumpets and a drum
I see a mother not accept a huge sum
I see I see

I see it all, all the time
I see we live in dirt and grime
I see and think it is TIME
I see i see

I have stopped looking and moved away
I have stopped seeing if its night or day
I have stopped hearing what people have to say
and i have sworn to myself
Its time I did something for me, for them,for everyone .
I don't see anymore... I DO....

i vote nobody

I am fed up of living life the way some one else wants me to live it
I am fed up of political party's using me like i am a switch
I am fed up of religion being the deciding factor in relationships and bonds
I am fed up of being misused
I am fed up of being governed by a bunch of greedy uneducated idiots who say they know me
I am fed up of being the victim of a million terror attacks
I am fed up of being drained
I am fed up of all the fiddling they do with my culture
I am fed up of not being respected as ME anymore
I am INDIA
so much more than just the land we stand on
so much more than the monuments we brag about
and so much more than JUST A DEMOCRACY ........

I just got my voters Id .... still wondering why i decided to get it the way India is going ...... well u cant blame her ..... we all make mistakes .. u make them once .. u r forgiven .. u make them the second time u take a little longer time but still your forgiven ..... u make it the third time.. u r asking for trouble and then comes the fourth .... thats when u r FUCKED...thats exactly what congress is going through ... the elections are coming up and i have decided I VOTE NOBODY .... under section 49-o... if there is a person who u think isnt suitable enough to be elected (i think half the government isnt suited:P:P)... if u think dat then u can actuallly go to the election booth telll the officer there .."buger i dont wanna vote for any of these losers so I VOTE NOBODY "get ur ink dot and see his face turn from powerful to powerless ... because if the guy u think isnt right gets 111 votes in the elections and if under 49-0 he gets 113 votes then the elections isnt counted ... and the candidate must step down because he cant contest again and a new SUITABLE guy can be chosen ..... i know i sound cynical but yeah that i am ... because i cant have or live and be ruled by some leader who got through because he was a "B.C"(no i dont mean the bad word).... ...so yep this time it really will be FOR THE PEOPLE ..BY THE PEOPLE AND TO THE PEOPLE ......... till then aurevoir ..

heading in no direction

i apologise for the long overdue ... just been busyy doing NOTHIN...(except may be globe trotting :P:P)..... hmmm yeah ... anywayyy ...let me tell u how this all began ... when huz ,kumail, and me (nids was at WORK)were having one of the many philosophical conversations we have.. we stumbled upon a unanimous fact of not knowing where we are heading ... (when i say not knowing i mean not knowing ).... we didnt know what we were gonna do after graduating .... heck we didnt know what we were gonna do during the process of graduating .. we were like those people in bombay locals who just go with the crowd (now now dont call us mob mentality ...we think differently but act the same ...:P).... yeah .. so we were just going with the crowd ... this crowd had a portion of people who knew exactly where they were going and another who didnt care where they were going ......and then there was a third kind .... a kind who wanted to do so much who had the potential to do it ... but still were too lazy to get off their asses and make that first move.... i still am in a dilemma about what i should do with my life ... i am like those school kids if u ask them "beta bade hoke kya karna chahte ho ??.. he answers "mey pilot banoonga".... ask him 3 days later "mey mechanic banooonga "...... suddenly to me everythin seems impressive ... .. i have reached a point where it is ANYTHIN .....(can u believe i actually thought of bus conductor .... picture me doing ."ticketttssssssssss :P:P:P)........ .. funny part is we end up shoving our fingers into so many holes and trying out so many things .. that we actually forget what we had thought of in the beginning .... we forget that in the process of trying to make all our millions we have forgotten to be who we are (i know after we make the millions we can just buy a new us ).. but it isnt always the destination it is the journey that counts ........ i want to do things where i have a journey .. where i know i have money to sustain myself .. and i know i can keep going on .... (no i dont want to be a camel)......anyway moral of the story is ... i decided .... lets not only shove fingers but shove toes too and then lets not only see how the outcome of the shoving was and what sort of dirt u get on ur hands .. lets see the feeling of penetrating through that dirt .. the look on ur family and friends face and not to forget the screams ...from everywhere .......
i am sure this is the most nonsensical making post ... but who cares ... :P:P........
aurevoir

p.s srikar ... thanku for the chits ... i lived lfjc once again :)... muaahhh .......

Some random stupid facts :P

I dunno why I am calling them facts just needed to spice my blog a little :P dats why

• Hmmm ok don’t ever drink froooti after eating bondaa with oil loadedness :P… they both will taste bad

• Somehow the flow of buses that go to college seems most when u r in a CAR…(Murphy u r god :P)

• A boy who tells you ur hair looks good can mean two things .1 it looks good… 2. I don’t like u and u have some dirty leaf with a purugu in ur hair but I don’t care (out of experience speaks I )

• When given a time to someone STICK TO IT …. Or all dat u will get to eat will be 1 roti and the end of the dal in the vessel :P

• Never let 2 diffferent groups of friends ever meet because they will both end up TORTURING U …..

• If in doubt on how to download a software .. always call JON :P….

• Surprising someone when they least expect it .. not only gets u a chocolate but u get a free drop home :P…

• Don’t ever forget to carry perfume when u know u r gonna be travelling in a bus with smelly people


• If a boy is done with iftar prayers and foood… don’t expect him not to eat again … always order more :P(huz huz huz :P:P:P)….

• If u are ticklish don’t telll people THAT …..


• If u r hungryyy ur mood will show it (ask me )

• Subwayyyyyy will always be the answerrrr tooo all ur hunger pangs (ask me again


• Don’t keep begging mom for anything .. aks once hint it subtlely (wink wink).. u never know one day out of the blue … she will give u permission:):)……

• Americas funniest videos and takeshis castle are therapeutic …… man they really are


• If u think u need a break and u need some coke float GO FOR IT

• Don’t underestimate the power of a short person …. (sana :P)


• If a guy is hungry …. Keep a lot of cash ready :P….

And in the end …. Hugs are the answer to all problems:):):).. :)

A MAN I KNOW :)

Heard a YAMAHA roar in the distance,

And just thought about a man I know,

Very unlike the organized men I see,

Loves to just go with the flow .

Let me tell you about this man I know,

He is smart, talented and very funny,

He has the heart of a little boy ,

Oh!! And he loves pancakes in honey.

Let me tell you about this man I know ,

There is just ONE like him and not a breed,

You can talk computers and movies,

But if it is interesting it has to be an R.D350’s SPEED.

Let me tell you about this man I know ,

He hasn’t the drinking and smoking vice,

He doesn’t like tomatoes at all,

And somehow 2 shawarmas never suffice .

Let me tell you about this man I know,

The whole world said something and judged him,

He took it like a pinch of salt ,

Went got himself a trim.

Let me tell you about this man I know,

He will torture your living soul,

He will crack crazy p.j’s and weird jokes,

That will make you laugh and roll.

Let me tell you about this man I know,

Who is famous for his loose pants ,

Who has this special ability

To listen to anyones stupid rants .

Let me tell you about this man I know

Who is know as the dude,

If u really want to entice him

Take him for some coffee and food .

Let me tell you about this man I know,

He came to our lives just as anyone would ,

But believe me when I say this

Through thick and thin he STOOD……

I am really proud I know this man

And I am sure you do too

Well it isn’t every day you find some one tell you AFTER ALL THAT WEVE BEEN THROUGH

RUSH HOUR ONE AND RUSH HOUR TWO :p….. ……

….. heheehe I am sure you know who I am talking about if u don’t it is .. yepp maximus my friend ….. the blog will finish if I start to write about him …. But hmmm here was my lousy attempt at a poem … for u ….. take care britisher boy … big hugs from the Indian brigade …. Muaahhhhhhhhhh …… ok this time I am not saying aurevoir … I am saying ASTALAVISTA MALLOSTA ….. :P…..

my GRANDPARENTS!!!...MY SOUL!!

just yesterday my grandfather called to tell me about an article in the news paper about a letter to a grandfather ... he called and asked me to read it .. and i was supposed to call him back but me in my stupid self obsessed life forgot ... so this is more than an apology it is to say thank you .... :)
Ammu and Thatha is how they are known to not only me but all of my friends who've known them as well .... the two people who have seen me from the stages of a pupa to unfurling my wings waiting to be a woman ... the two people who have never nudged or judged the pupa .... they have just stood by watched and smiled (beamed rather) with pride ...
all grandparents are special .... well mine are too ... they are brilliant ...i mean who else would readily take a 4 yr old kid who loved crayons into their house and teach her every nursery rhyme and good manner known to man ..... who else would take the efforts to make sure a kid had a birthday party like no other ... who else would never make a kid feel like her mom and dad was away..... who else would wake you up in the morning and help you brush your teeth buckle your shoe keep all your books ready and come for every parents meet possible ...... who else would make you sit on the table and do your homework and only then let you go out to play .....who else would make your favourite food items as a surprise JUST LIKE THAT ....... who else would make you laugh with funny songs and weird poems ...... who else would have stories about everything to everyone ..... who else would teach you maths and make sure you learnt it from the basics (heheh i still am bad at maths though).... who else would support you when mom was screaming at you .. who else would buy you orange sticks for every crossword puzzle they complete(my count is 675..:)..... who else would know you arent in a good mood by just looking at you ... who else would talk about you to every one in the colony ..... who else would bring an extra pair of clothes because they know you would spill .... who else would let you have moon light dinners and make noodles because that was the menu ..... who else would open up and let you sleep whenever even though the servant came only once .... who else would always force you to eat some biscuits or buy a thums up from the shop ... who else would always bring you back a gift if they went out of station ... and who else would make you understand your wrong by talking and treating you like an adult .............
believe me when i say this only grandparents will do or can do all of the above ... mine have done it with me .... and i wouldnt have been half the person i am if it wasnt for my two advice giving tv watching story telling grandparents .. who always told me i was good ... and cried when i hurt myself .... who prayed for me .. and laughed with me .... they have come every step of the way ...i love you ammu and thaths .... i might not say it much .. but i do .... thank you for .... everyyyyyyythiiiinggg ....... yours always AISHU PANNI KUTTY :)

Brothers in arms

Brothers in arms

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day youll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And youll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
Ive watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Theres so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

this one is for jon .......for introducing me to this song .... and singing it as loud as possible because it is his favourite ... and making me think about what each sentence means ........

only a man from the forces can understand the agony of not being able to see ur kids 6 months at a time .... and not being able to walk into ur farm and eat the paddy and spit out the husk to check if it is ok .... their UNIT becomes everything for them ... it reallly does become home for them ... every boy who is sent to become a man is made to join the army ... not knowing what lies in store for him ... but that is what makes him different from us .... he doesnt wimp out and find the nearest getaway ...... he stands with his brothers and fellow men ..... geared up to fight what comes from the other side.. he is a man who doesnt mind fighting for another soldier ... he is a man who is respected ... whose mum gloats about because "mera beta fauj main hai ".... he is the man who fights for us to sleep in peace .... he is the man who doesn't mind giving up a good nights sleep ........ he is the man .. who stands up when a woman walks by and salutes if he is an officer from the higher rank ... he is the man that doesnt ever forget his manners ..... or his responsibilities..... he is a man ... who has truly seen india in her most beautiful form .he is a man every mother would want for her daughter ... he is a man every father would want his son to become ... he is a man every friend talks about ...he makes our hearts soar and will take on a challenge at any time of the day ... where have those men gone ..where??.... and i am so sure mark knopfler and dire straits did not write it for us .... but i say this to every one who knows a soldier ... just say .. thank you... and smile ... he will know what it is about .. and he will remember his brothers in arms ...

this i dedicate to my dad ... for being my idol and my role model since i was a chubby little girl who sat on his shoulder ..... i dont think anyone will ever know what it feels like to see ur dad get a medal from the president.... for fighting for his country ...... "pappa i couldnt have been prouder ..... thank u "......

LIFE LESSONS......

18 yrs of my life have flown birds migrating .. from here to russia .... and with each winter that comes and each summer that goes ... they shed more feathers ... but learn new paths to the place.they call LIFE..... so did i. ...with every milestone or age group i crossed i learnt a little ...

at 1 ... the whole world was talking about how cute aishu was and how she used to drool ... and her first word was "adooo".... in tamil it means there .... so mom would ask me "aishu where is the cow and i would say "adoo"and point at a cow ....i wonder what happened to all that intelligence and fast learning .... :D.....i was a chubby kid .. hehehe the damn baby fat never seemed to have left me ...... :D.....at one i didnt learn much ... learnt how to crawl ...actuallly that also i used to take the help of a cushion ..THAT POOR CUSHION..... may his soul rest in peace :D


at5. i learnt that crayons were everything .... they were the answers to any problem or book ... u got a book .. U DRAW...... u found an empty space on the wall U DRAW...... (but if u stay at grandmas place then she will break ur knuckles and ur crayons if u touch her wall ..... funny she still screams at me if i go near the wall ....hmmmm)..... but crayons were it all ....... in schoool after the ayyamma gave u lunch and u had drawing period ..... u used crayons ... if u had to finish drawing homework u used crayons .. somehow i still love that feeling of not knowing what u r colouring but just colouring a page BECAUSE u have crayons.(or bcoz u flicked ur little cousins box when her mom dragged her for a bath......:D)....

at 10.... homework was the only thing on my mind .... we just had to get done with homework .... and then run out to play ... but ten ... is a pretty boring age ... no one does much ... u havent reached being a teen ... u r bigger than the 3 yr olds ... ur just hanging in between ..... oh but when i was ten i learnt u get into competitions and then remain there till u r done with school .. at ten i won my first quiz ....... (see see the intelligence was there at 10 also .... :D...) .... but mostly at ten u learn that sitting near the driver in front .. when going in the auto .... is the best place ..... and being the last person dropped off and the first person picked has its pros and cons ......most of alll u learn to adjust .. when there are too many kids in an auto ... u should just accept a squashed leg .. and water on ur dresss because invariably this one kid willl feel thirsty and .. she will take out her bottle which will be hung on the side which will be in her "basket"... we all had baskets ... and if we forgot our books or not we never forgot our baskets .....



at 13...... i learnt u are in high school ..... u are introduced to politics in school .. u have responsibilities ...... ur GROUP .. is everything to u .... it is ur duty to keep its pride and .... win everything .... u ask for permission and practice .. after school u practice ... u write notes from a friend who isnt interested in competing .... the first excuse was "miss i am taking part in this".....:D... and when ur competing ... best friends become foes ......even after the competition was over ... u dont talk for sometime ... if u win u make new friends ... if u loose .. u talk about that person to another friend ....... it was a cycle ...... that just never seem to end .... :).... but it was good and that is when u learn to be a SPORT:)

at 16 i couldnt wait to be an adult .... i couldnt wait to drive and vote and be callled an adult ...... but 16 is the weirdest age atleast it was for me ........... my temper flew like no mans business i got pissed with anythin any one said ....... i really was a tantrum throwing having a fit doesnt like being pushed around teen ... whose mom and dad had one tough time .... but now stuff has become so much better ... :)(or so i choose to think)....... at 16 i was in junior college .... i was introduced to fun .. going out ...mobile phones ... and may be a little studies ...... :D...... i learnt more than i thought i would ... i made enough mistakes .to build petronas the second out of them :) ...... i had issues with so many things ..... wriggled myself out of situations .... and everything i did make me stronger

Today i am 18(complete)*grinss from ear to ear*... i agree i do have a long way to go ... but the ride so far has beeen pretty ok ....... with a lot of bumps ... some reallly big ditches ..... some "straight roads"......the pace wasnt consistent .... but my car(yeah car ... an accord :D)....never stopped ...... never ever ... there were no fuel days where i choked my way through, some pleaces where i ripped and burnt rubber (i mean tyres )...:D ...... and the journey has been gorgeous through out ......... hoping for more highways .............and a few ditches ...... little bumps ..... but never a puncture ...... :).... aurevoir



p.s i had a blast on my birthday ...... thank u mom ,dad "nids , huz , kummu , jon , sana , doll, pink , muscle man , aska , gow and kapil...... for making me feeelll so special ......... i felt on top of the world ..... felt like i was a queen ..... muaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh .... i have never felt so loved ever .... there was an aura of absolute love in the rooom .. and now i REALLY KNOW WHAT HEAVEN FEELS LIKE >>>>>> AND I LOVE IT THERE ...... :)........ muaaaahhhhhh

SEX......LIES....and contraception

contraception a term most used by my mom .........(she is a gyneacologist )......and least used by half of india ... actually more than half ..... if contraceptives were used ... then hum do hamare do wudve been a success beyond successes ..... contraception is such a funny word .... it is so weirdly hushed about actually even more then SEX is .... people are petrified of going to a shop and saying bhai sahab ek "kunddoooom"dena .... than telling their girl "baby aaj kuch mazaaa hojaaye".... :D ... dont mind the horrid descriptions of role imaginations that are "semi porno scenes" vividly zoooming around in ur head as u read it ... why i talk about contraception .... i met a friend who knows a friend who has a kid now because she didnt use "covering "...:D dats what they called it then... she had a son who just celebrated his 5th birthday ..... reasons why i write it is because "she"... has missed out on the best part of life ..since she was too busy .... cleaning diapers .. and teaching nursery rhymes .. and watching pogo with him ......*shocked*.. yeah i was tooo because that woman was from my school ...... she was an "exam room same roll number different class"mate ..... and she was this reallly funny girl who had a certain aloofness some envied and some hated...... she as alll girls her age had fallen "in true love"(ok no one in 8th class fallls in true "loosing virginity:lou ")......ya so she was head over heels flipping about his guy ..... who was (not)crazy about her too ....... he wanted his raging hormones to have an outlet .... and who better than miss "dreams about marriage"girl who liked him .... welll the numbskull did his job ... the catch ..."he missed sex ed class in school"... moral of the story .... they just celebrated the kids 5th birthday ....and funny part ..... the guy "paternal chromosome bearer"..... isnt even married to her ... he is flirting with some other tunic wearing chick waiting to enter "u know where"....................
next story .... i am sure ur wondering "how in the world does she hear shit like this "... welll helloooo "girls school"......:P...... yeah this friend of mine ...has been seeing this guy(sad...is his name:P).... for a reallly long time ... literally since they were born :d .. ok no not that long .... yeah but still since times immemorial .... :d........ and he asks her one day that since she knows they r gonna get married they should do it ... our dear woman who fell for the sweet talk says yes ... GIVES IN ... and ok fine ... he did use protection ... but she lost it......lost that one thing women wait to loose when they have their "suhhaaaag raaat"...hers came a little early ...... :P..... ok so now is the crazy part ... our dear lady had some check up to go for ... goes there and the doctor asked her ... when did u loose ur virginity and she says i am a virgin ........ *ur thinking idiot *... dats what i thought too ...... she lied through her damned front teeth ... and the lie was so loud .... half of hyd heard it .... so did her mom ...... so second moral ...... dont lie when u have been "done"...... and not to a DOCTOR for godsake .......
well so long for now .... i guess i have rattled on enough .... my hands need a break from the slow hits the keyboard really hard typing .. and my brain needs some sleep ...... so aurevoir ..... and GEAR UP before u suddenly "cheer up"...:P:P...
ok some ppl (ahem ahem ) needed morals so here goes
1. Try ... try not to loose ur virginity till u r married off by ur parents then it becomes legal :P
2. if u do loose it .... try loosing it with someone who is worth it ... no i dont mean .. oh my god he is so cute, rich worth it ... i mean the pig who doesnt just do it bcoz he wants an OUTLET ..... loose it with the one who thinks u r beautiful and who tells u he wants u only for the rest of his life (caution=sweet talkers and liars are not included)
3. USE CONTRACEPTIVES.........
4. just realise there is much much more to life than just SEX ...... fornication i agree is an important part of life ... its not the only part .... so for now EAT CHOCOLATES AND DRINK COFFEE......and smile .... AUREVOIR

bucket list......

morgan freeman , jack nicholson .. and a whole lot to think about ........ yep thats what the bucket list was all about ..... it was about how having the money isnt the only thing ...... and having the brains isnt the only thing ... it had to be both ... and if u cant find both in u ... try a man sleeping next to .. fighting cancer .. undergoing chemo .... and trying realll hard to control his pee .......... "aishu write ur self a bucket list "....(yelled my moth bitten brain...). even though u have a long way off to conk it ............ so what ....."heres mine ".........
MY BUCKET LIST
1.To walk into a shop and fit into the first pair of denims i choose
2. To lay under a water fall ...
3. To own a private island .. if not own to live on one for some time
4. To walk from the "arc de triumph"... and enter some lane and get lost ...holding hands and laughing because WE wouldnt have understood one word of the directions given to us
5.To go back packing around india ...with friends
6. To get a call from ma and pa .... at every place they stop on their world tour ...
7. To be a stock broker for a day
8.To complete one trignometry problem (a difficult one)... allll alone
9.To be in a candle light vigil for anything i support
10. To be on a show as a guest *dreams *
11.To open an animal shelter .......
12.To hear my fav song sung by my fav singer on my birthday only for me (wink wink)
13.To see hyderabad fully ......... i mean gully gully mey se
14. To win a beauty contest (hahaha .... who am i kidding)
15.To stay in the jungle or a forest reserve
16. To take a plunge at the great barrier reef..
17.To runaway and get married
18.To sit on an RD350 .... ripping on the autobahn at 100kmph and listning to music on my ipod
19.To play in wet mud ...
20.To win a reputed film festival
21.To make a kid laugh ...... giggle giggle and squeal from all the tickling
22.To meet Gordon ramsay and cook a meal with him (ma he is mine......)
23.To dance and win a "dance till ur legs can "competition .........
24.To jump from a 30 feet diving board into an olympic size pool ... looking over the sea ....
25.To go on a long train journey and eat everything the vendors get .......
(new additions)
26.To go without being moody for a week... then progress to months .....
27. To play the tabla with zakir hussain
28.To get corn braids in my hair
29.To watch movies for 2 days in a row without a wink of sleep (jon u can do this :P)
30.To be a minister or atleast a member of parliment :)

dats it for my list ..... they r the vague, mundane things my heart seems to want to do ..... before i kick the bucket ................ add your own bucket lists ... and lets see if they match ... if they do .... heheh we will save money and do it together ......... but write urself one ... just for kicks ..... aurevoir

p.s pinky and robin this ones for u....26. to cry at pinkys wedding when i see robin anna and pinky say "i do ".. and smile at each other like they have acheived all that they dreamt off for so many years ....... love u both ... muaahhhhh

ragged rumours .........

i couldnt wait to write this .... for a lot of reasons .... one being .. our juniors just popped into college ... to join the judged system of the management towards mass comm.......... supreme court just passed a law stating any student who is ragged by their senior can complain and they will be put in jail ..... hmmmmmmmm .....*thinks to self*....... where have those days gone where .... after a ragging sessions the juniors and the seniors became goood ... like reallly thick friends .... where have those days gone .. where a senior would see a pretty junior girl and ragging ragging mey pyaar ho jaaye ...... where have those days gone where the maximum ragging a senior could do was .... ask the juniors to sing a song and say BOW table.... or sing (jhooom barabar jhoom in a slow death song way.... with reference to askammas dare).....:P....why have the seniors become more nasty (stupid engineering college donated seat with rich father kids .... jackasses they r ....they started all this )...and why have the juniors become more wimpy:P:P.. ya so back to the point ..... why have we become so scared .... why have we lost that spirit of a dare ..... it was there till last year atleast.........:P... seriously .. last year i got ragged and believe me it was the best thing that happened in college ..... i got to know my seniors ... got to know the ones who were absolutely wonked and the ones who were wonker than wonked(jonathan and ritu ... referring to u :P:P).....they didnt ask me to do much ... asked me to say my nursery rhymes in a different way ... and then made me sing a song ... and done ..... we had not only broken barriers .... but had loosened up ....... this year things were different in short WE GOT BUSTED(seniors i mean).... wimpy juniors told on us ... dear princi"pain"....... comes and threatens us saying tc ..... had to get mom ..... and then things were ok ....lamest part being .... he asks us to talk to the juniors two months later ..... (yeah i think it would be better if we spoke to them after they got their jobs......:P).......so another moral for u (man i should be a philosopher .... becoming blooody goood at these morals ..... :P......)...dont rag ur juniors (not even if it is just an intriduction )... they get wimpier with academic year .... so stay away from them like they have the plague(added by mom)..... stick to talkin to ur classmates and seniors ...... and when time comes for competitions to start SHOW EM WHO IS BOSS...... the tables will turn ... u will go back to being ruler .. they will go back to being slave ... until they pass our test and when they do ...... they become rulers tooo ......... aurevoir

"AAM" Existence

Alphonso, malgoa, imam basand , tota pari ..........do the names ring a bell ..... or do i hear ssssslllllrrrpppppp ..... ok for all those who dont know what i am talking about they are varieties of MANGOES ...... yep ... i know mad thing to be writing about ..... but u will realise that in the intricate parts of ur lives there has always been a mango ... or many mangoes that have been present ....... and that have added that extra taste ... even though of not much use ... but the filling stomach and the messy hands did justice ...... all the ads that come on tv about "slice, maaza, frooti "claim that they make u feel like ur literally tasting a mango(what is literally tasting a mango . sounds like telling ur doc .. i am literally pregnant :P:P) ... well i DONT THINK SO ..... either they havent ever ... been made to sit on the floor with news paper in front and given the mango seed because u were the kids ..... or they have never worn old tee's and shorts ... so that even if they dropped it all over it was ok ......... mangoes are called the king of fruits because they are like kings in all ways .... they way they taste .. so rich .. so different ... so unlike the common man .... they r the authority and they decide when they want to come ..... there are various kingdoms in mangoes ... some that come first like the little provinces ...... and some like huge kingdoms ....... the provinces come first .. they rnt the sweetest u have tasted .... and some can make ... ur hair curl ..... hehehehe then u have the bigger kingdoms come in ...... who are sweeter trying really hard to be the sweetest ..... then come the MAAAANNNGOES ....... hehehh .... the sweetest ones all seasons that ..... prove the saying "keeping the BEST for last "...... the fruits whose smell makes u feel like u have a little puddle of spit forming in ur mouth just waiting to dribble down ....... the ones dat make u wanna skip lunch or dinner just to eat one whole mango urself .... the ones dat will make u fall asleep as soon as u hit the bed ........ mangoes are yummy in the tummy(dats what my little cousin says :P:P).... and let me tell u .... it is realllly difficult to stay on a diet when ur craving eyes have no choice but to go settle on them ........ :P:P....... so moral of the story .......
a lover can come
a wife can go
a man can come
an affair can go
but if u want to experience
the ultimate joy
JUST EAT A MANGO ......
heheheheh i know really LAME poem ..... but come on ...... it is the truth heheheh ..... so happy enjoying the last few day in blissful mango heaven ...... gear up for the end of the mangoes ......stock all u can .. stuff all u want ... slllrppp the loudest ... and grin ... foolish but contently ....at ur AAM existence........aurevoir

ADIEU!!!!!!!

"BYE "...such a small word to say but the emotions that come along with that word are sometimes too heavy to handle ....... we bid ADIEU day before yesterday to a "teacher, a friend, a confidante, a genius, a guide"...but most of all A FATHER ... a father of 200 students he considered his own .... someone who made a pearl out of the students who were just grains of sands..... he was that LARGE OYSTER... who sheltered us from the rough SEA'S and just held strong .. we said good bye to our "PILLAR OF STRENGTH".... with a very heavy heart ............ let me lead u through a series of events that took place ..... as soon as we got the NEWS that "he"was leaving .... we had a meeting as to how we could stop him from going ...... we tried every thing in the book ....... nothing happened ... it was decided ...... the lion would be taken away from his cubs .. whom he nurtured and made strong so that they would survive no matter what the circumstance .......... we wrote a petition .. we signed it .. we decided to meet the BOSS.... but nope all failed ........ at the end we had no choice but .... give up on our efforts ... and console ourselves and accept that the day of his departure was nearing ....... we knew we had to make him smile one last time ..... and we did ....... "deewan family dhaba"seemed like HEAVEN dat day ..... and it was a fantastic way to have said good bye ..... he told us a few things too "he said ... u are ur best judge .. if u think ur right .. and if u r telling the truth .. then stand by it .. because truth does triumph ........ he said u should be good at what u do then no one can point a finger at u ....... u will be judged no matter what ... and u should learn how to deal with it .. if u learn dat then u have become MATURE ...... its not what the person has said that u have to understand... it is how to decipher the UNSAID .. dat matters .. learn dat and u r the master ........ and last .... i know everyone of u will enter the media field and will be successful because u have gone through a struggle too early in ur life "... those words still ring in our ears ... they ring with a vengance to prove ourselves only to him and do him proud.............. the last time i saw father was day before yesterday ....5 minutes before the train blew its horn ..... telling us ... "its time u said bye .. until u see him next ...".. and dats what we did .... we didnt know how to but we did ..... holding back tears and the want to just hold his hand and drag him back to the studio ..... we walked along with the train as it began to gain speed ... and waved frantically .....and that was the last time i saw him smile ..... and saw that twinkle in his eye ..... the same smile that used to tell me i was a very talkative girl .. and i did well in my paper ...........that was the last time i saw the man ... who knew more about the media then most media people did who was calm and knew his time would come..... we stood with no words to say ... and we stood there till the train chugged off on its way...... leaving behind only memories of him on our tracks of life .......................aurevoir

ACADEMICS ..... for ever!!!!!

college starts in two days .... and i realised .... . i still am that little school girl inside who loves a new academic year .. with new uniforms .. and neatly covered school books .. with labels and our names written in permanent markers .... a new class room .. new class teacher .... a hope to be chosen as class monitor ... :P:P..... the joy of sitting on new benches ... and moving up one GRADE..(yes i always passed first attempt ....:P)..... and not to forget choosing school captains for a new year ... the first prayer .. all of it ...... i love the new academic year .....and every milestone till now in my ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE (i choose to think :P:P)...... i have learnt somethings .... we all have in our own way ..... i have learnt .. in school u are all the same .. it doesnt matter who is rich who is poor ..because u r in the same uniform ..... u all look the same ... and there is never a bias ..... all the teachers think u are stupid kids ... :P:P...... then u reach intercollege (for most .. for some 11&12..)....... (and obviously u have all heard dat stupid joke dat i heard from huz ...... what course are u doin "INTERCOURSE"......:P:P...)... u choose a course .. which mostly ends up being the choice u make for life ...... in "inter"things change .... suddenly ... looks .. money and popularity seems like the only thing on the agenda ...... u make friends u think r gonna be .. pals forever .... u realise nope they wanted something from u .... something they didnt have ....... but sometimes u make friends who do stick by u .. even though u put them through shit (huz r u listening :P:P)....... u wait to become seniors .... having devious plans to RAG ur juniors.... make them lick ur toes ..and bow at ur command ..... nothing like dat happens ... and u just move on .. to studying for ur boards .... and trying every building that has engineering college written on it .......... for most .. "the gates of engineering or medicine .. welcome them ...... for the lucky ones ... its DEGREE ... :P:P...... u enter degree college ... thinking u have achieved all that u had to in school and inter ... not knowing .. degree gives u whiffs of the mean BIG BAD WORLD outside ....... in degree it doesnt matter how much money u have or what u drive ..... u have to be good at what u do ........ u realise u will be heard only if u r a cut above the rest ......in degree suddenly there will be more people who will not like u then like u ...... and u will never seem to have the time to ask them why .........

i start a new academic year in DEGREE college ..... will be going to second year (yes yes i passed first attempt only .... :P:P)..... i have a few plans of tormenting them poor juniors ...... :P:P..... but more than that i look forward to .. a few more tastes of the rat race outside ... look forward to making a mark in the college and out ...... look forward to knowing the people who come into college and maybe become friends with a few ...... so at the end of it all ..... i realised ... that at no point in my life will i ever stop learning ...... agreed i wouldve passed out of college ... and done post grad ..... may be phd's(who am i kidding).... but i willl always be learning new things .... new academics i am supposed to keep for life ... and pass on to my kids ........ and grandkids (if i live long enough ..)....... so i guess will just have to SAVOUR each moment ....... aurevoir

REVOLT........

that word makes me feel like a warrior ... with revenge on her mind.... hatred in her heart and the wish to kill to get peace back ...... i know to all reading it will sound weird .. and ur thinking why is aishu talking of revolting and against whom ......... well i am talking about revolting against an institution .. that doesn't realise "SUCCESS"even if it slaps it in the face ... doesn't realise "creativity"when it walks past it 100 times ..... i am talking of revolting against an institution .... who will never know a worth of a LEADER... and who will let its seeds die even before they grow out and become saplings ..... because of jealous minds ... and the fear of being trampled over by the best in the business ..... in this case in the institution ... i am talking of an institution that believes .. VILLAGE bred folk are much better than the URBAN ..... and the institution that can never stop .. judging ...... the varied thoughts ,ideals and goals a certain section of the youth have ....... i want to revolt against an institution who don't care if the best they have rot on one side as long as they are always in control ......

this feeling of wanting to revolt grows with each hour .... second in fact ... it grows more knowing the roots or the creator of an ERA ... will walk away ... from his creations .... with a broken heart .. because his heart lies here ..... knowing he might never get a chance to see those piles of clay mould in his and his fellow sculptors hands ever again.... knowing he might go away for long and forget how the joy .. pride .. success ..&..the achievement tasted .... and loose that taste after a while ....... because of a few ... sore losers who could never accept defeat or competition ... and never stand up to fight it .... who choose the shallow path .. who stabbed from the back .. unlike true warriors ..&. who started a fire ... amongst young warriors to avenge their creators FATE .......... i am one of those warriors .... i will revolt .. i will fight till the sun sets into the horizon and never rises .... knowing it will be of no use for it ..... because the warriors who had a part of the sun .. wouldv'e won and will shine much brighter than the sun ever did ........

MY "RAY"

I was sitting at the bus stop the other day ... waiting in the killing heat .. and this boy of about 14 yrs came and sat next to me ... he looked at me and smiled ... i was taught that when someone smiles smile back .... i did too ... the boy was silent and suddenly started to cry .. wondering if it was my fault i asked him .. what the matter was ... he says ... "nothing "... no one cries because of nothing .. so i asked him differently ... i said "did u have a fight at home ??".. "no"came the reply... "u didn't do well at school??"......"i did ok in my tests"....then what is wrong why are you crying ??? .. did u do something wrong ???......"no no nothing like that" ........... then he stopped crying .. and he asked me my name .. i told him i was AISHUWARYA... he said he was RAY..he stayed right behind the bus stop and he liked sitting at the stop talking to people ... and he told me he liked aishwarya rai ......and salman khan ...... then he kept quiet ..... there was no sign of a bus .. maybe for a reason ...... he then began to talk ..... he asked me if i had friends ???.. i told him i did .. he asked me if i have lots of friends .. i said not lots but i have a few friends ....... and he smiled ..... he said "i have friends too ....... i have 5 friends ... they study in the same school i study in .... we r going to the tenth now" .......... his eyes were full .. he didn't want to cry .. he wanted to show he was strong ... but he couldn't control himself .. down came those tears .... and then he spoke ....... he said ...... "i am lonely .... i am lonely because no one cares"..... i told him his parents always will care .. he should go speak to them .......he said "... its not my parents ... i am talking about my friends .... they dont care .... i care so much about them .. but they don't ..... they have asked for my books i gave it to them ... they asked me for my toys i gave it to them ..... still they don't care ...... ".. i told him he should go make new friends ... he said ......"no. they are nice people .... but they aren't interested in me ......... u see when ur friends call u to ask u how ur day was u are happy no ???.... my friends dont call ... they dont ask to find out how my day was .... they dont tell me when something big happens .... they dont even tell me when they are playing cricket ........ i only take so much interest to call them and find out .when the match is ..........".. and then he began crying profusely ... i had a lump in my throat ........he went on "he said i tried very hard .. not to be interested too ... i cannot do it .. i like talking to them .... but they dont ....... thats why i am crying ............ i have a brother but he is very small and he has his own friends to play with".........i told him .. i would be his friend and we would meet at the bus stop on saturdays and sundays .. he agreed and smiled .... and believe it or not then the bus came ...... the next week i met RAY again and he was better ... he told me about his brother who had gotten fever and how he was spending time at home .............even though ray spoke to me with a little joy .. i knew there was something eating him inside .. i didnt ask .. i knew he would tell me when the time was right .............. the next week i went to the bus stop ... and waited for ray .... i waited for half an hour .. and something made me go to his house .... i went and his mom was there with his brother .... the house was small and quiet ..... i asked them where ray was and she started to cry ....... she told me ray had died .... he died in his sleep ........ he was crying about something but wouldn't tell his parents .. they thought it was a fight with his friends so they let him be .. he went to sleep crying .. and never woke up ........... ray did suffer from a disease ......it is called "LONELINESS"....

this post is to ray ... for telling me .. no matter what always reciprocate the interest or treat someone the way u would want to be treated .............

"SOAPY LIVES"

so i was talkin to kummu bhai (kumail is what his parents decide to name him ..... dumbumfum.. is what we call him .. :P... he is gonna kill me for this )anyway ... he is in dubai enjoyin the summers, shwarmas, sexy babes... lolol.... and we get talkin about how life is .. and college .. and stuff .. and suddenly my mind wanders ... back to our COLLEGE day .... december 16 was the day ... and we were doing a play .. we as in . the crazy nuts i call friends ... :P:P... (peace u guys .. heeheh )..... ya so our teacher told us(yeah teacher not MAAM . i call her teacher) .. we were supposed to think of a play and a theme .. and all that ..... now what better theme than a SOAP OPERA ..... no no not the general hospital ..bold and the beautiful .. or "days of our lives "...... it has to be ... "pathi vratha pathni ... bharatiya naari .. in action ......indian soap that makes no sense at all drama ..... the name ... "kyunki har saas ki kasauti ghar ghar ki kahaani hai "....... yeah awesome .. i know ..... :P:P....... the characters were exactly like there tv characters .... except for the names .. and the over acting .. but come on ... that was the whole point ..... so there was BAA.. and a vamp .. and sons .. and grandsons .. and great grandsons ... believe me ... BAA was busy ... hehehehehehhe ......... it was awesome ...the play was super ....
the funny part was after the whole play happened .. everytime i flipped channels .. and when i wud see an ad for .. "baabul ki aangan chootey na"(translates to ... daddys courtyard should never be left .forgive the horrid hindi .. ) or if i would see.. naagin..and this little kid .. with a plastic cobra head gear on her head prancing .. and hissing at the camera ... or salomi ka safar(why wud i want to know about her safar ...) or.. kahaani ghar ghar ki ...... i couldnt help think to myself ... how do these chicks or men accept roles like this ... i was so embarassed when i did BAA .... god i was made fun off forever ....... how can they follow the producer .. and agree to.. be reincarnated .. as the sisters bhatijis bua ...... i mean . seriously ...either they r really hard up for money .. or they r brain dead .. which ever it is ... the whole of india ... i mean .. the "men still rule the house and the wives stay home india "is watchin this ...... why wud anyone in their right mind even want to see what is happening in the viraani parivar ... dont they have enuff going on at home ....... and which house has like 70 ppl stayin in it .. and the bahu bringing food for the saas ... bloody such a big house they have one servant ke liye kanjoosi they r doing ...... all the actresses in the soaps .. even at 4 in the night if they r suddenly woken up by lightening with wind blowin and leaves all around (inside the house .. how i dunno ).... still have their make up intact .. with a bindi .. fake eyelashes ..... if the directors as they claim say it is a real family drama .. the wives should be in .. their nighties ... the husband should be in an IT . company ... the kid should.. grow up and go to SCHOOL.... and the divorce settlement will be a quick thing .. and no bloody person will resurrect from the dead ...and come back as a woman ...plotting against her ex wifes .. kids boyfriend ......... its hilarious .. beyond hilarious actually ....... u start forgettin how .. real life is actually when u watch stuff like that ... u start forgettin that people can be married only to ONE person .... and they can have perfectly normal kids .. not confused ones who dunno who the dad is ..... u can have husbands who r happy with their wives .. and who dont make their wives do everything .. because mom said so ....... the soaps are the most spoofable themes u wil find ........ and the directors will add to it everyday ... so keep ur eyes open .. watch the AD.. (thats all u will be able to bear ........ )... and spoof away my friend .. on the soapy lives of .. the unscientific soaps ..... aurevoir

till death do us PART

Arushi Talwar .... does the name ring a bell .. i am sure it does more than just ring a bell .. it gives us these goosebumps .... makes our hearts think of that 14 yr old who wud've enjoyed a birthday party with her friends .... they wudve giggled the night away ... danced .. had pillow fights ... and slept after talkin about school .. and painting their toe nails .......... but that didnt happen .. somethin not even close to it happened ...... she was murdered ..... in the night .... by whom .. i dunno .. and i dont care .. all that i care about is her ...... the fact that she was a scholar in DPS .... she had pretty eyes ... she was funny .. and creative ... she had an autobiography made ...and she was a quiet girl....... her parents lost a daughter .. her friends lost their closest confidante .... her relatives lost a niece ..... her school lost a scholar ................ no one knows what it is to lose someone .. until u have actually lost someone ................when it is someone u know .. near or far .. it pinches .......
i am studying mass communication ...... i am supposed to be tomorros media person ....... believe me after i hear .... all these news channels going on about arushi's death like some ant got squashed.... i am ashamed to call myself .. a mass comm student .................. they reached stages where they were like ... "her dad killed ... her mom killed ... the neighbour killed "... all this who said .. "the police" ........ the media needed one word and they really made it a paragraph ...... i dunno who killed her (i hope he or she .. or they ... rot on the foot paths of noida..i hope they r chewed on by dogs and maggots ... and kicked by people like they were stone...)....now u know how angry i am with .. them .......ya back to the point ... Why would a father want to kill his daughter .. if they claim that he is having an affair ....... why wud he want to loose that precious kid .. who calls him papa .... and tells him to come into the pool ... and plays sharades with him .... and does him proud by doing well at school ... who wud believe that he wud slit her throat .......... who wud believe that he is the same man who cried ... when they were going to cremate the body .. of DADDYS LITTLE GIRL ............... the media has lost its emotions .... it has lost its humility ... it has lost its conscience .. it will do anythin .. anythin .. to get its trps .. up ......... if thats tomoros media .. i dont want to be it ..... i dont want to be in it ..........
my mom keeps sayin ... the world is not as how we picture it .. it is mean ... everyone is mean ...... i completely agree .... we have lost any trace of feeling ... it is more a kill every damn thing in ur path to reach the top ............ then just being a dog eat dog world ........ i dont think weddings shud have the line "till death do us part"anymore because .... we have reached that stage as a community , a country, a continent , the world ...... where we will do anything ... be it murder.. deceit ... frame ups .. greed..... anything . to get to the top ............aurevoir

CROSSED BY BLUE........

awwwwwwwwwwwwww... yeah thats what u just said when u saw the picture.... of the puppies ... now just imagine how many times i must be "aww"ing .. in a day ... because i work for blue cross ..... yeppp ... my good deed for the day .... i work for blue cross hyderabad ... i have always wanted to be a VET(not wet ... dirty people...).. i love animals .... i know a lot of ppl who say that but no seriously .... i dont mind the dirty job too of cleanin the puke and giving them a bath and .. checking them for fleas ..........
so i decided why not make myself of some use (i am of no use otherwise ... :P:P).... and go volunteer at the blue cross ...... just so u know blue cross is at jubilee hills .. that is blooody far off from my house .... but 10h comes to the rescue and drops me off ..right in front of the blue cross road ...... so i go and tell them i am here to volunteer .... and they look at me like (either she is not a normal teenager ... or she is being punished )...... she asks me if i am serious and if i am nervous about animals (yeah i wud be in blue cross if i was nervous about them ...:P).... she dint believe me when i siad i wasnt ... she sent me to go brush the cats and the kittens ... (truth be told .. i dont like .. feelines ..... they r unfaithful)... but still they r animals and i shud help so i go ......and this kitten ... comes meowing at me (stupid thing thought i was scared of it )..... and rubs against my shoe ..... i start brushin it .. and the other cats come too ... (wondering ... what in the world is she doing here ).. and the lady is impressed ..... so yaayy i get the job ..... first task ..... go to the adoption ward and play with the puppies ... i do as told .... and believe me when i say this ... that was the best sight of my life ..... really ... i didnt no i wud be loved the way i was that day everrrrrrrrrr..... those puppies didnt no who i was ... i dint have any treats on me .... they were still happy to see me ... they were still happy to see this nut with ear piercings .. enter with her pants folded .. not giving them enough denim to chew on ........ they were happy there was someone ... who was going to play with them .. even if they had there face covered with dirt ..... they came with gusto .... just to .. lick my hands ..... and sniff around .. ( i put on new perfume that day ).. heheheeh ......... i felt like i was their god ...... like i was the ice cream man ... for a kid .. and i was a ferrari for a guy ........
after i was done with them .. it was lunch and i had to leave .. bcoz dat was my first day and i had just gotten introduced to everything ......
it wasnt like my first day at school .... i hadnt cried bcoz mom left me .. it wasnt my first day as a senior ... i hadnt anticipated what my juniors wud be like .. it wasnt my first date .. i didnt think about wether he wud like me or not....... it wasnt like my first interview .. i didnt no if i wud get it ....... it was like a birthday ... where it was my day and everyone around me wud make it special .. this time it was much more than everyone .. it was alll of them ... making it special by a lick and sniff .. and a bark ............ i love blue cross .... cant wait to spend each day as a birthday ....... aurevoir....

R..D..B

if ur thinking of the punjabi guys singing "aaja maahi".. then no .. .. this is ... "rang de basanti "..... after like a really long time .. today i heard the song .... Khoon chala .... and i dunno if it does anything to u ... (in a clean way )... but it really makes my heart do these queer turns ... .. because every time i watch that movie (obviously i got the DVD ..... u think i wont buy it )..... i have this want to do something ... for this magnificent country i call home .....( i dont mean it in a cliche i am the guest of honour in a kids school .. speech way at all ).... i mean it just as much any other .... tantrum throwing teenager would think of it .... what the movie has done for me ... other than make me laugh .. and fall in love with kunal kapoor ... it has made me want to see INDIA .... heheh no no not in a road trippin way .. just to see india ... with friends hopefully .... the want to dance in a mela in punjab .. and drink lassi .......... those are the small things .. the bigger things it has taught me is ..... stick to something .... be it killing a screwed up politcian ... or just sticking up for a friend ..... dont waver just stick ....... it has taught me . that ... u have a voice ... go get urself a voters card .. and speak .... it has taught me .... the armed forces .. no matter what will have the respect no other job in india .. can everrr think of gaining ..... it has told me ... i am tomorrows INDIA..... and everytime i do hear that song ... i really feel a generation awakening ....i know for sure .. out of hunderds of kids .. and adults who watched that movie ... three wouldve .. made an effort to actually think of joining politics .. or .. doing something different ... the rest wouldve just .. downloaded the wallpapers off the net .. and put the song as their ringtone .......i am so sure ... half the people who saw it .. are in .. the US .. and in UK .... telling their firang friends to watch that movie ...... i dont know if i myself .. will be able to do anything for this country .... but ther is a lingering hope and a flickering flame in me ... that is pushin me ... towards being that generation ... that will awaken .. some day from their slumber ...... i have no idea .. why i even bothered writing this ..... but still ...........aurevoir

possssssssssssssssssssssttttttttt!!!!!!

no no ... the excitement isnt for updating the blog and writing a new post ..... it is for .. "POST"...as in .. what the post man gets u .... in bollywoood terms .... "chithi aaee hai aaee hai ":P....:P....hehheeh ...... u see the reason i am writing this post is becasue today after like a year or so i went to the post office ... and i swear when i say this "NOTHIN HAS CHANGED THERE".... god it has the same .... everythin .. that old cooler and .. one fan .. and tons of note books ...... but then u may think i am stupid and really outdated but the post office seriously brings this stupid smile on my face ....... why u ask ..... because of all those years of going with my grandfather .... (went with him this time also )........ and dont u get this sense of complete innocent joy when u see a letter posted in ur name ..... with MISS..or MR .... written on it .. from a person u love .. or some shit hole bank tellin u ... u r becoming a major so they want major to get a bank account and get looted big time ......i love the post office .. because everything seems so simple there (and slow .. )manually updating pass books what do u expect :P:P....even then ........ oh and the funniest thing .. is .. there will be like thousands and tens and thousands of people who will have the flashiest bank balances .. and debit cards which they can swipe through any hole (if u know what i mean:P:P)........ when they dont have a buck in their purse ..... even those show offs .. will have a thathagaru or a nainamma who wouldve kept some part of their life money on this fools name ..... and.. they will tell him .. "neeku chaala dabbulu vosthadi nuvvu pedda aina taruvatha .... neenu nee kosam post office lo pettina "(u will get a lot of money when u grow up .. i kept it in the post office for u )....... heheheh sorry for the telugu but i was bringing the effect u see ..... aaaa so .. mister flashy debit card guy .. becomes big .. thinks he is going to ..get like sexy booty ( i mean cash ... u filthy minds ..... :P).... and goes to the post office to see its like 4000 bucks ...... what he doesnt get is .. for his grandma that wudve been shit loads of money .......... so anytime u want to come back to "maa earth .... "... and lick her toes ... then go to a post office ........hehheehe ......... the post office is like the coolest place ever ... people come their to send their son who is in "bundelkhand"... posted in the army unit ..a letter about how the whole family has been really happy ......... or for a guy whose father has told him post office jaake emergency paisa collect kardo ...... or a mother taking a loan for her daughters wedding .... or a wife waiting for her husbands letter ...... so many things .... i think a post office gets u back to old india .... gets u back to the time where the wait for a letter seemed like the longest ..... or the post mans cycle was joy to the ears ...... the post office will always have its own charm .... this comes from the post office himself (yeah they r men .... women dont like slow jobs :P:P)..... "screw gmail and hotmail ... start writing normal letters ...... keepp life simple ... and open an account in the post office" ..... ok all that didnt come from me ... remember it came from the post office :P:P...... but really do urself a favour .. go to a post office buy some stamps .... buy an empty envelope .. and lick and stick .... heheheeh ... its a true joy in itself ..... MUNDANE .. but TRUE ....... aurevoir ...


p.s .... mom and dad welcome to my blog ..... feeel free to comment .. if u like what u read *wink wink*... heheh i am gonna get busted for this again ....... :P:P.....

..its watchumaycallit "....

Most call it "love"...i call it .. "the feeling of when u see that jackass who is made for u ... ur damned heart .. may ... i repeat... may do a flip"......... why i write about the "most talked about feeling of the world "after Hate..(yep !! hate wins in the emotions contest)...... is because the whole world including ... moi ... is talking about it , or feeling it , or FAKING IT ...... (i dont mean in a sexual "when harry met sally way ".. AT ALLL)........ its crazy .. that every time a girl likes a guy.... most of her friends will know (close friends i mean ... ).... they will be telling her how to react when they see a message from him ...(if mister flirt has switched on the one charm he has :P:P)....... . i mean it when i say it .. all girls will say "awwwwwwwwww"..so cute .... baah how sweet u both will look ... really ..so sweet .. i cant wait for u to get married (seriosuly marriage .. why not name my grandkids and buy them a house ).......anyway .... there will be tons and tons of .. dreams that are built .. houses with loads of bedrooms .. honeymoons all over the country side ...... every girl (yeah including me !!! shocked arent u ??)..... wants to meet the man of her dreams .. when she is in a bus .. or at a fest of a college .... most girls are bloody suckers for anything that even borders being romantic .......... its always the girl who will make a big deal out of stuff atleast from what i know .........
so the question in my head ..... how in the world do the "male species "feel about falling in "LOU"........do they talk too (ok fine dont say awwww .. dats just gay ).. but do they tell their friends .. that man i hope she is mine forever .... do they talk about marrying her someday ....... do they make honeymoons (i know they r planning what they r gonna be doing in it for sure .... :P:P:P)....... the reason i ask this is because ... most of the time all men ... or rather "all women"..claim that men are idiots who dont show half the interest in their women ...... and i wonder ... seriously .... well maybe i have been lucky ... or these women ( show me those bitches who start these bloody says)........ have been really unlucky ..... because most of the guys i know ..... ARE interested in their girls ...... ok not to marriage levels .... but they like it when their .. girls meet them ... and yeah they do get introduced to His friends (only if she is a hottie ..... or else she is just a fungus he likes :P:P:P)..........he will save up for her ... and take her out .. he will beg borrow and steal if it is a big date ...... most of them become friends with the recharge shop guy ..... he will lie through his nose to his parents (if they r the conservative type )........ he will make sure she reaches home safe .... he will stay awake to talk to her in the night even though he has had one really hectic day ......... he will buy her expensive gifts on her birthday and bear with her (perpetually giggling friends ......no i dont have ppl like dat .... :P:P)....... he will take time out for her ... she asks for a chocolate he will get it ... he will take photos ..... he will bear with all her mood swings (god bless u men :P:P)............. he will write her a reply to the letter she wrote ........ he will steal glances when u r in a crowd ......... he will be most comfortable with u ........ he will wait to kiss u (desperate guys not included ........ )...... he will wear a particular shirt more because u like it ....... he will have all ur pictures ....(no not in the mms scandal porno way at all ...... )........ he will hate himself if he is the reason u cry ....... he will miss u when u r gone .. and fight with u when u are near ....... he will irritate u and poke u ..... he will remember the small things u want ......... he will always say I LOVE U ..........
ok any pillas reading this ... if ur man has ok fine not all but some of the points in him .... then u got urself a good guy (can try looking if he doesnt work )...... and if he fits into most of it .. then HE IS DA MAN BABY!!!!!! .......
and guys ... if u do feel .. like any of this above (then u be on the right track my friend )......and if u arent any of this shit ..... (then stupid shit .. get a book note it down ... mug it up ... and hit on a girl after it runs in ur veins ........ ).........
dont fall in love just "because"...... and dont worry if u have kissed a lot of TOADS ......... but when u think he/she is da "jackass u lou"............please understand it is for KEEPS ..........aurevoir

i lost HIM

i really dunno why i am writing this post .(actually because i read sana's blog). but i had to .. my heart just wouldnt keep still .. it went on forcing me to write what i have been keeping inside for a long time ...
the one day i wish to remove from my memory .. never seems to go away ..i was playing badminton with gowri ..when "nipun"this friend comes and tells me "aishu i have something to tell u "...(i was really expecting it would be about some apartment matter )... it was'nt ...... it was about MY FIRST LOVE ..... the person who taught me how to play football in the rain , how to serve a shuttle in badminton , he taught me how to aim at the stones when playing pittu , he taught me not to care when people spoke about me ...... i had known him from when i was in the first standard he was in the third .... he would let me play with all his remote cars even though they were HIS life ....... the one person who would "lattu"to call me down .. the guy who said bye to me every morning when we went to school ..... the guy who called me to the parking lot at the back to tell me "he liked liked me ".......... the guy who didnt mind telling all his friends , his cousins , his dad about me being his girl ..... the guy would call me before his cricket match just to tell me the game was "in my name "and if i lost i had to buy him orange stick .....
but nipun came bearing the worst news i could ever hear .... he came to tell me "ankur had drowned "he had gone on an excursion and there was a landslide and he went in ........... my world stopped ... gowri was holding me .. and i didnt no if i wanted to be left alone, if i wanted to stay there , if i wanted to cry to scream ...... i didnt do anythin i just stood .... just stood ... with tears streaming down my face .... i couldnt believe i had lost him ... the nut i wanted to play badminton with forever ... i couldnt believe i wasnt going to see him every morning and smile and go to school happy ............ i hated nipun for telling me what he did ... i went home and told mom ..she started crying too ... i cried myself to sleep for a month literally .... i hated why i was always the one who had shit happening to them .. that too why ... him ... why did he have to go ....most people started feeling sad for me ... they were like "poor thing "..... i hated being the poor thing .. i hated my fate ... i hated everyone who spoke about him even in a nice way .. i hated hearing his name ... because he was gone .. i felt i was the reason he went away ...... i still feel i am unlucky for a guy ,........ i miss him .. i miss being in kid love .. i miss seeing his face light up when he got me out .... i miss him come for my birthday parties and give me my gift later ...... i miss his scooty ... and miss his remote cars ............ even if i do find the love of my life ... he will always be my first love because he made "aishu"who she actually is .......... muaahh this is for u ........
this may seem like a boring post ... but if u do have someone that u love .. dont wait to tell them u love them for all the corny jokes they crack .. or all the fights u have .. or all the games u play .. dont wait to do somethin u have been wanting to do with them ... dont wait to keep statue or play hide and seek with them .......love them even if they r pissing the hell outa u .... u dunno what i would give to scream at him again ................................
LOVE WITH ALL U GOT ,ALWAYS .........aurevoir

we"TRIP"PED

DONT we all love ROADIES ...(cut out the bitchy girls, desperate boys,mean ass producers, village bred contestants .....then we like it )...the most favourite part being the road trip .... from "CHENNAI_CHAIL"(dats wat the first episode of roadies said ).....on their bikes (ok karizmas arent the nicest bikes we know ... but still ..)......
well we did a trip too ... (no not from chennai to chail .... ya like my mom will allow it )... but we did a trip .. from here to nagarjuna sagar .... (ok so it is in the state but SO what ).....the time i got the message from jon ... saying we are going to NSD ... i thought what the hell we are going to the National School of Drama ..... (ok dont laugh ....).. and i replied saying i cant come to delhi .... and then i get a reply saying (idiot , its nagarjuna sagar dam ...NSD .... get it ... :P:P)... so i breathed a sigh of relief and (as i said before my negativity overrules all my positive thoughts ..when i hear about something ) and told him ... i cannot come ... well i got slapped for it .. but still ..... and jon (blackmailer that he is ...)tells me .. he will call mom (ya like she will be like sure jon take her and go off :P:P:P)..... but with much persuasion .... i went (making up a story to tell mom ..... obviously mass comm helps somewhere ... so DOCUMENTARY it was then .. i was the assistant.....)...and mom since she wants me to be a good film maker :P:P said sure go go go ..... :P:P....... not knowing her "little innocent daughter "was going on the road trip of a LIFE TIME ...
It started off at 6 30 in the morning ... when i was supposed to be picked up ... by jon (who was late ..and made me wait in the chowkidhars dabba ..:(...:P:P)..well he came at 7 10 ..(punctual as always )......and we were all supposed to leave from his house ..... so everyone was there ...from everyone i mean (Ritu,huz,kummubhai,jon,gautam,pooja,atul,pratap(who had come back from work and hadn't slept ,& sudhakar(who also worked nights ... )...yeah so this was it .. we were going on our first road trip .. (huz kummu and me ) i mean .... all set to leave with our bikes alloted to us .. (and a car too .... god bless that car )..... so the first stop being the petrol bunk ..(since the bikes dont have the thing where they can switch from petrol to pee .... which wouldve made travel much much cheaper .. we filled petrol ...).... and then left .... we drove out of the city onto the highway (just so u know it is the uppal road u take ..... and go ... ).. and we had officially started the road trip .... now since i am into detailing u shud know who was on what .. (i said what not .. WHOM......:P:P:P:P)....... anyway ..... ritu, gautam , huz and kummu were in the blue maruti 800 (who saved our life, and let sudhakar sleep :P:P..and had teenmaar blaring from its already worked music system ) ....... the passion plus .. (dat was sudhakars .. )had pratap and sudhakar on it .... jon and me were on the yamaha .. (the best he claims ... and i vouch for )....and the unicorn had atul and pooja .....
The drive to the place was fabulous .. (well it was like any highway u have been on )......but the trees were overruled by the engineering colleges ......... so we were driving along .. when i get the message i dreaded ... (we were getting our results dat day ..... ).. i had passed(phew!!!).... but my percentage sucked ...(like quick sand )..... anyway who cared (i did actually)... we were "tripping" ........ so we stop at the VERY FAMOUS TREE(yeah dats wat ritu and jon said .... they had stopped there before also .. )... so we stop ... get down take some pictures ... and move on ...... we drive straight to nagarjuna sagar ... but with gautam and ritu on the bike (yamaha....gautam chor took it off from us :P:P:P)...... we reached the place at 12.30 ... stopped on the bridge that overlooks the dam ..... (and when we saw the place we said "damn.. thats hot .."...ritu i just made that one up .. yaaayyyyyy)........and we had sexy tasting mosambi juice .... the guy charged a bomb for it but still .... we drank secound round also ...and threw the glasses from the bridge down ... (bad bad people we be .. not taking care of the environment .......... :P:P.....)... WE made it ... planning where we should go first we went to the rocks from where u can see the dam (u have to bloody go from one side to another ..with the big wall in between .. not the bravest thing u will do ..:P:P....) so we go .. and again as i said (since we r mass comm so be the tons of pics ... :P:P... we took group pics there which was timed by gautam and jon .. and mind u in both the pics .. i am not there completely ... hmph so much for photos ...... :P:P)..... we leave the rocks .. deciding we would come back to enter the water after lunch ..... so we go to .. "nagarjuna sagar view hotel "for some lunch ...... (the blasted place should be bombed ...... ) ...go get ourselves some decent tables .... meet two really sweet puppies ... pooja and me being the dog lovers .. carry it around and play with it .. while the others look on .. weirdly ... :P:P... we were waiting (they were waiting we had the puppies to keep us occupied )..... and they were still waiting (now we joined them too .. stupid puppies attention spans )..... and then we were all famished and still waiting ... so pooja and atul (who wa sitting on the table )..were talkin on one side .. on the other side we were all still waiting .... (hehehe that was some wait man ..... )..... and then atul decides to get off the table (not knowing the stupid marble tables werent joint ...... )he gets off and "the marble went up and came down .. with a super thud ... the thud was more a "kadang ...(u get the sound no ..)..... :P... and the marble breaks ... (u know i think the people there dont join the marble on purpose becuase they can get innocent kids like us ......:P:P..yeah yeah i know ur thinking (kids???...... ya kids ??? no harm in calling urself one sometimes ......)... so back to the point ... the marble broke .. we were there only even after the slight effort to gain the attention .. the waiter would come .. nope .. still no one ... so we decided to leave .......... just as we were all getting out ... this guy (my dear RAJU be his name )...... comes running "he says gateulu bandh cheyyandi...mana table ne irakottindru veerandaru"(dats my tattered teluguinglish version but thats wat he said )..... so the gates were closed promptly ..... and as luck would have it .... the were these two "well fed(bribed i mean) cops standing there .....(i am still shocked as to how they were at the scene so fast .... (told u it was planned ).... hmmm so mister fat cops start talking ..... and gautam and pratap were explaining how it happened ..... and then this guy (RAJU ... the man ...)tells us we need to go to the P.S(police station i mean ...... )...... *shocked *... we didnt have a choice and werent "what u may call loaded "so bribing both the cops was gonna be tough ....... anyway with no choice left we went (if ur thinking we were crying ... then ur mistaken .. we were all laughing .. pooja was just furious at raju she wouldv'e kicked him in his balls if she had a chance ).....:P:P........ none of us thought it was a big deal ... (and our dreams of going to play in the water were very short lived ......:P)...... we reach the police station ... and well the indian system being as good as it is ... tells us we should wait for the sub inspector ....(the so called boss )... ok ....fine we waited .. one hour , two hours , three hours , (bloody son of a gun ... didnt come for 3 hours ... ) then the hotel owner came .. told us that marble was very expensive (ya ... rite like it was a venetian custom made by adding a touch of human poop to it .... wat bull shit .... bloody thing was from one of those crapppy shops in nagole )......and then he gave us the amount of money we were supposed to give him ..... *wait for it*.. *drum roll*.......*7000*...*say waaaaaaaaaat *...... yep u read it right .. 7000 smackeroons... the twit thought ... college students on a road trip were gonna have a briefcase with dollars, pounds, euros, francs , yens , dinars, (what was he thinking )......... anyway ... we begged (yeah no choice we had to ).. we begged and got it down to 2grand .... we scratched our butt pockets .. made holes through our purses and got out the cash .... but no .. these police guys love having company ... so wat if u gave the money still please pay ur respects to the "very well bribed "sub inspector .. .... sure y not ...we dont mind waiting one bit ...not for another 2 hours we dont .. (there were bouts of abusive language , bouts of horrible thirst (thats when i went and asked an aunty for a bautil :P:P:P:P)..........but i am not lying when i say this .. dat for me was the best wait.everrrrr.....i have always heard of people who make the most of a situation .... u know joie de vivre ... .. but here it really was that ..... we had ritu (with the nonstop p.j flowin).. sudhakar(who dint care what happened he needed sleep )...pratap(who was adding to most of the p.js .. and making our sides hurt .. gautham (who was talking about piles ...:P:P)...atul (who was my abuse partner .... he is good :P:P)....... pooja (who was just PISSED with raju...)... huz &kummu(who werent understanding the telugu jokes but still laughing..... )..and jon ( who was calling everyone he knew .. and cracking a joke in between each call ).......... i dint care what time i reached home dat day ... i dint care .. how much time the sub inspector took (he took really long ).... i didnt care that we dint get to see the dam .... i was happy .. i was laughing ... i had learnt that no situation is dat bad dat u cant laugh and make the most of it ...... anyway story hasnt finished (picture abhi baaki hai mere dost ):P:P:P:P:P...... so the sub inspector came ... and he made atul and jon sign in some register which will later become cattle feed ........ and then we left ... it was about 7 30 .... and ... winter .. so there was a nip in the air .. we were all on our bikes in the car .... and started our drive back ..... it was freezing cold .... (the term freezing ur balls off .. proved right for the guys on the bike :P:P:P.....)..... we drove and drove .. stopped at a sad dhaba ... for a leak ....(yeah my bladder couldnt take it longer )..and then we were hungry ..... and it was cold .... i mean like shit cold ........ so we find this "newly inaugrated hotel ..called .... adiya andhra mess ...... we ordered ... non veg thalis for everyone ... and might i just say .... FUCK IT WAS AWESOME ...... it filled us up ... and the tandoor outside kept us warm (ritu atul and gautam had some medicine .... dat kept them warm ).:P:P...........but it was 12 and i had to be home .. so as always super jon to the rescue ........ i bid my goodbyes ..... told them i had fun (they looked at me like i flipped )...... but i did have fun and needed to be home in .. 15 minutes .. well yamaha's are true servers .... they serve u well in times of need .. so jon took off .. with me at the back ... and i did reach home in fifteen minutes ...... agreed there was shit that happened ..... and that we dint do much .. but i am not lying when i say this memory will be etched in my mind even if i have alzeihmers ......... it was the bestest ....... aurevoir