Friday, 15 July 2011

I Hate You(And I definitely don't love you)

Hatred. It's a powerful emotion indeed. It consumes you,takes over your soul, messes up with your mind. You lose your ability to make rational decisions.It's destructive, yet unavoidable.
I had never felt so much hatred in my life before. In fact, when I look back upon my life, I don't think I ever hated someone with so much intensity. So much that my blood boiled at the mere mention of The Name. I clenched my fists on seeing The Face. I cursed myself for ever setting my eyes on anything that reminded me of That Person. I let the hatred rule over my life, my relationships, my thoughts and my actions.I had always been a pragmatic individual. Most of the things I did or said were carefully calculated. I wasn't one of those impulsive, aggressive, easily driven by hormones sort of a person. Known for my timidity and tact, I was one of the last people to ever get into a fight or lose my temper. Till That Person came along. And my life took a 180 degrees turn. All I could do was sit and watch in silent horror as I let all the relationships in my life slowly and painfully crumble before my eyes. All I could do was sit and watch. Today, I'm a loner. I regret, I repent, yet I'm unable to relinquish all that hatred which is till captured inside my heart like a caged bird, desperate for freedom. I've been deserted by all those who cared, all those who loved me, yet the suppressed frustration and rage lingers.Hatred consumes. It kills.

This is a work of fiction as the people who know me would have guessed by now, considering I am ANYTHING but timid and tactful :P

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Dilli 6 :)

And I had never been to Old Delhi. EVER. Loads of people found that shocking, even distressing. I never understood why. Till the time I actually got the opportunity to know that place, in the limited time that I had. Here are some pictures from the day at Chandani Chowk. I shall let them do the talking and be back with something to say sometime later :)

Sis Ganj Gurudwara

The Red Fort :)

Karims sure isn't any fun for the
vegetarians like me :P

The Jama Masjid :)

Fly away,birdies!

The Floor of the masjid

Because we love to pose :P

A moment of quiet introspection..

The colorful,crowded streets :)

Saturday, 25 June 2011

Una Paloma Blanca :)

There was applause. There was noise. There was music. There was the fragrance of excitement and anxiety in the air. And there she was, standing silently in the midst of the commotion around her. Now and then she would smile silently at a comment a fellow participant passed, or advise one of her team mates about one thing or the other. But apart from that there wasn't much she wanted to say or do.
Una Paloma Blancaaaa
I'm just a bird in the sky..
Una Paloma Blancaaa
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away...
She was back in the 5th grade, wearing a sparkling white frock, with a band of paper flowers around her head. Like a little white duckling she had pranced on to the stage and in front of the not so silent audience. For how could the audience even be silent? It was full of parents awaiting their child's performance,when their tiny tot would showcase his or her talent in front of the packed auditorium and make them proud!
It had felt so effortless. The smile on her face refused to fade.It felt natural, the dance steps seemed to be engraved inside her head, her own and not part of a choreography. The stage was hers and she was the star, the beautiful little duckling who paved her way into the hearts of so many who couldn't stop "Aww"ing over her...

Una Paloma Blancaaaa
I'm just a bird in the sky..
Una Paloma Blancaaa
Over the mountains I fly

And then, she had never turned back. The applause became an addiction. But more than that, all she had wanted was growth. Improvement. And several other achievements. She had grown after each performance, absorbing something or the other from each practice session. Some days were wonderful, others not so fruitful. She was reprimanded, made to practice for hours at a stretch. She had fainted, wounded her elbows and knee caps. The scars still remain,reminding her of the  joy of learning each time she looks at them, and not of the pain and unpleasantness. Each time someone remarks upon  her scarred shins, she proudly announces "Oh these? My dance practices gave them to me!"
It had grown from a pass time, to a hobby, to her passion, and then, something beyond it. The backstage had become her trusted friend, the wings had comforted her each time anxiety had gotten the better of her.
 "The Jazz Group. You're up next" had become words she was so familiar with that she could whisper them under her breath, in perfect coordination with the teacher who made the announcement.
Years had passed. People now knew her as "the dancer". They knew her signature steps, her expressions seemed familiar. And as for her, everytime she walked on to The Stage, she knew she was back home. She now knew it as well as she knew the back of her hand. She felt a sense of belonging, as if it was HERS. The Stage had given her all that people hadn't. It had given her a reason to live, to laugh. It had given her the opportunity to be herself and no one else. It had given so much and never asked anything in return. And now was the time. To thank it, and to give back :)
For a person who saw her at that point of time, it would have seemed as if she was going over her dance routine  in her head. Alas, they had it all wrong! For as soon as the wings had welcomed her back into their warm,comforting arms, winning or losing had no longer mattered. She knew that as soon as she stepped on to the wooden stage that she loved so much, all her worries, anxieties, all her frustration and fears would vanish. All the anger, the hopelessness, the determination to win that she had felt during the practices would no longer hold any importance. It was her time to shine, to show them all that the little duckling had grown into a White Swan, who was ready to spread her wings and fly away. It was her time to pay  homage to the stage that had nurtured her and given her the confidence to stand with her head held up high. Moments before her very last performance, the song that played in her head wasn't the one she was supposed to dance to in a few minutes. It was the one that she had danced to in a sparkling white frock,years ago. Of her very first.

Una Paloma Blancaaaa
I'm just a bird in the sky..
Una Paloma Blancaaa
Over the mountains I fly..

Seven Wants :)

And ladies and gentlemen, you just witnessed a miracle! Ruhani Chopra managed to have something to write about on  the second day in a row!
I can see a faint ray of hope my friends, and I hope you can see it too! :P

I shall be continuing with the 10 day challenge today as well. And today's task is...


1. A DSLR. I want it SO badly right now, it's not even funny!

2. Mum's permission to let me join my dance academy again! :-/

3. A vacation!I haven't been on one since the longest time possible and it's FRUSTRATING!

4. A second chance from a few people!

5. A better relationship with my mother :-/

6. A shopping spree :P

7. It may sound far fetched and what not but yeah, World Peace :)

Thats it for today fellas, shall be back tomorrow :) Hopefully :P

Friday, 24 June 2011

Guess who just Resurfaced? :P

Hola! :D
Writer's block. Absolute laziness. Hectic schedules. Unorganised life. Nothing to talk about. I could go on and on and ooon with the list of things that stopped me from blogging! But who's that gonna help anyway? I don't even know whether I'll be getting an opportunity to write again in the near future. But who cares right? I guess i'll just make the most of RIGHT NOW. So a LOT has been going on lately, which I shall tell you folks about sometime later. Before that, there's something else that I should be doing. And that is, completing that 10 day challenge that I left midway! The gap between my last post and this one is almost funny :P But then, anyway, here it goes


1. Never being able to dance again :-/ I haven't danced since like what, May?And this one's starting to creep in already! I have no idea how I am going to survive till the end of my board exams! :-/

2.Dying alone and Lonely :-/

3. Creepy crawlies. More than fear, it's disgust that I have for them. :-/

4. Losing a limb, or my eyesight or something like that!

5. Getting cheated on by the guy that I love!

6. Fire.

7. Being unable to make my Dad proud :-/

8. Dying a slow, painful death!

Woah! That was a gloomy post indeed! But I promise, i shall be back with something a little more cheerful the next time :P

Hoping "The next time" doesn't necessarily end up meaning "after 6 months",
Yours sincerely(Gosh this sounds like one of those formal letters they make us write in the school exams :P )
Me :)

Monday, 2 May 2011

I'm back fellas! :D

It's a good thing I decided to follow that 10 days you thing. Atleast I'll regularly blog for like 10 days :)
So 3 days left now. GREAT. There's soooo much of work still left to be done! Costumes,choreography, positioning, stage designing,...CRAP. I'm so majorly screwed. :/ PLUS my Boyfriend and Best friend's female hormones keep kicking in and driving me craazy! Men. I can never learn how to deal with them. Jackasses.
Also, I realized that my Blog sort of needs a make over. Finally. Yes people, I know you love the header, and more than that, the charming Duo in the background :) But change is good, aint it? :) So suggestions! Bombard me with them! :)


1.DANCING. No discussions, definitely no arguments :)
2.Chocolate <3 No explanations required :D
3.The rain. Tingles my soul,makes me feel alive :)
4.Music. For all seasons, moods, emotions :)
5.Ze Boyfriend :)
6.Reading. :) Though I hardly read now, all thanks to the hectic schedule and my internet-addiction. Whatte pity :/
7.Surprises. That's how one can win me over :P
8. Sleeping. It's the perfect escape from reality :)
9.The few close, trusted friends that I have. 
Shall be back tomorrow! trusted followers. that is, if at all I am being followed at the moment :P Tada! :*

Sunday, 1 May 2011

The Return Of The Inconsistent Blogger.

Hello there!
Yes, I have indeed become one hell of a/an "Id ka chaand" in here lately, but I have valid reasons, I assure you!
Alas, 12th grade isn't treating me so well.Plus, I have a show in 4 days. Not really a show, more of a competition. An Intra-School competition. Doesn't sound like much of reason to freak the shit out me, now does it? But when it's your last year in school, and when "The Dancer" sort of becomes your middle name,your identity,the reason you stand out among hundreds of other kids like you, you aren't really left with much of a choice but to present something absofuckinglutely fantastic in order to live up to your audience's expectations! So yes, this past month of preparations has sure been bloody stressful and hectic! But there's one thing that keeps me going. The fact that when I'll be on stage on 5th of May, I won't remember any of this. I won't remember anything. All that would matter is the fact that I'm on stage. And  that I'm dancing. :) And when I'm dancing, it feels alright. :)

So there's this thing that I've seen on loads of Blogs lately. Thought I should give it a try too :)

Haha so starting with 10 SECRETS.

1. I'm not a Tom Boy anymore. I hate to admit it but then yeah, there it is. I'm just NOT. FML.
2. I can TOLERATE Pink now. And though my Boyfriend will do all he can to convince the rest of the world that I secretly ADORE Pink,promise me that you'd turn a deaf ear towards him? Pinky promise? SHEESH.
3.Though I hate to admit it to my mum, I still don't have my life under control :/
4. I'm SHIT scared of insects. All sorts of creepy crawlies! They make me feel pukish :/
5. I was so bored a week back that I watched 90210 online. *Goes and hides behind the curtain*
6. I've been a pathetic daughter, a pathetic Best Friend and a pathetic what not lately :/
7. I can be one hell of a hypocrite at times! And then shamelessly deny it! :/
8. There is a certain person. Either I absolutely HATE that person, or I really love that person. Does that ring a bell? I've mentioned that earlier, haven't I? So yeah, still confused! :S
9. I used to sleep at night with pillows arranged around me like a fortress till like the age of 12?:P
10. I can't think of anymore "secrets" so I'm going to act smart and make this one a separate point to achieve my goal of 10 :P

So that's it for now folks! Shall be back tomorrow with ""9 loves" :)

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

First Blog Award Biatches! :D

So yeah, Diwidaadi at rendered me speechless by awarding me the prestigious BLOG AWARD! Yay! :D I would like to take this opportunity to thank Charles Babbage. The man changed my life. I would also like to thank the inventor of the internet, the guy who fixed my internet connection the other day, the guy who fixed the wires outside and saved my net connection, the guy who invented wires,the guy who came up with the concept of blogging, the guy who came up with the concept of blog awards, the guy who came up with the concept of awards, the guy who came up with the word award, the guy who came up with the concept of thank you speeches, ABBA for composing "thank you for the music" ,my mum, the nurse I tried to bite in the hospital, the guy who paid for that hospital, , the doctor who probably dropped me which in turn resulted in giving me the wacky brain that I have, my Dad, Suhasini Krishnan(the girl with the long legs and a nose pin that distracts me during morning assemblies) and Ashna's Pappi Uncle. I feel like thee Keeng of Thee World :D Oh and also, Diwita Mathivanan. You must know I love you :)
HAA! I've wanted to "Follow" this "Procedure" since like forever! You have no idea how much fun I am having doing this :D
Diwidaaaaadi! Chandaa hai tu, mera sooraj hai tu. Oh meri aankhon ka taara hai tu :* (Yes, I admit. I have been staying around Ahmar quite a lot lately)
Thaank you Diwidaadi! For being the wonderful person you are. For motivating me, encouraging me, and for a lot of other things. :)

1. Instead of that,read 50 Random things------> and you know more than 7. 
2.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------> and you know more than 7.
3.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------> and you know more than 7.
4.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------> and you know more than 7.
5.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------> and you know more than 7.
6.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------> and you know more than 7.
7.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------> and you know more than 7.

The Voice In My Head
From The Heart
Inside Of The Outside
Welcome to LaLa land

Shall :)

Soooo that's it for now. Shall post some more in a while crocodile :)

Friday, 8 April 2011

The ACTUAL B4 Theory :P

Hello once again fellow unfortunate souls,
THAT was a long break. Though it was'nt intentional, I assure you! A lot's being going on lately,thanks to my promotion to 12th grade. Have'nt I told you about that already? I DID NOT? Well, I'm a big girl now ladies and gentlemen, though not many of you would agree to that if you've ever been fortunate enough to have a look at the 5 feet 2 inches person that I am. But without dwelling any further into the Life and Times of yours truly,Ruhani Chopra, I shall oblige you all by FINALLY unveiling, the much awaited B4 THEORY. In the the prequel  to this post, I kind of gave you the background information(for those who have'nt had a look at it,you're most welcome to go check it out NOW---> )
So we parted on a happy note,me getting out of that Hell hole and all. The only thing I liked about that place was well, that i met quite a number of absolutely INSANE people who made that place a wee bit tolerable. Just a wee bit,mind it you. When we were not eating Momos,or playing stupid games on each other's cellphones, or listening to music, or clicking pictures of the teacher's backside,OR playing Sheila/IPL's theme song OR hitting people sitting right across the room with pen caps(the teaching periods were always well utilized,I assure you), we were carrying out our very scientific analysis of our fellow genetically modified(Read: Weird) Homo sapiens. And then after minutes of pain and perseverance,the B4 theory was born.
So without further delay, I present to you, ehem,


Now according to the above mentioned theory, most of the peculiar males found in FIITJEE(though later, it was concluded that in 97.23%* of the cases, this theory is applicable to men OUTSIDE the boundaries of FIITJEE too) can be classified into FOUR crystal clear categories. 

THE Babloo:
The Babloos are easily recognizable. Hell all four of them are,but these are the most abundantly found.If the class is creating a ruckus, and in the midst of the disciplinary crisis, if there's someone sitting right in the corner who's trying to plug his ears and complete a chapter of Physics before the recess, that's a Babloo all right! He's the one who thinks "saara dharti ka bojh usske masoom kandhon par hai". He's the one who blushes if a girl  even says HI to him. He's the one who sits right in front and listens intently, unaware that the scene right behind him is in complete contrast to him. He's the one who sighs and curses the almighty in the rare possibility of a class getting cancelled. He's the Maa Daa Laadla, the Aankhon ka Taara, the Dil Ko Dulaara, the Budhaape Ka Sahaara. Though most people are under the impression that this particular species is characterized by heavy frames, and high waist trousers, and oiled hair and so on and so forth, with changing times, this particular species has evolved, trying to cast off it's stereotypical image, in order to camouflage well.

THE Bunty:
They're the street smart chaps, the ones who think they can start up a "Binness"(Reference, surprisingly:Band Baaja Baaraat.) at the click of their fingers.They'll be found endorsing anything and everything, ranging from New phones, newly opened hookah joints, pubs, bikes, cars and the like. All of which, they assure you, would be provided by this "Jaan Pehchaan Ka Banda" Members of this fraternity can be found addressing each other as "Bhai". They can be found flaunting their "Back", and even though they may act as if they're a bunch of fearless Bastards, remember, they ACT as if they are.  They won't even hurt a fly unless they have their finger placed on the speed dial of one of their "Bhai"s.

THE Bittu:
They're the ones who are of the opinion that they're God's gift to all the women of the world. They take the concept of low waist jeans SO seriously that  they tend to forget where they're waist ACTUALLY ends. Tucked in shirts, wacky belts(that could be Snake/Skull shaped. Jesus.) "Dude type" hairstyles. Talking of hairstyles,shockingly, FLICKS, mind it you, FLICKS are SO their "Thang" nowadays. Bless their souls. If your checklist has atleast 3 of these characteristics ticked, well you can bet half your money on the fact that you just came across a Bittu! They'll be found donning aviators inside a mall,hoping the girl standing next to them won't notice them staring at her legs, till ofcourse, BAM comes the slap! Finally, they'll be the ones inside those cars with the tinted windows, with Imran Khan's music emanating from them.Bewafaaa bewafaa bewafaa nikli hai tu. Or maybe "I wanna Faak you Faak you, you already know". Yes. Even in these times. I could go on an oon.Shady creatures they can be at times, The Bittus.

THE Bobby:
Well the idea for Bobby, surprisingly, came after careful observation  of a TEACHER. The Bobbies are usually characterized by the "Tere Naam" type hairstyle. English language is not usually found on their portfolios. That's it. That is probably the reason they're not easily recognizable through the naked eye. 

Well that is that and this is this. 
I hope my post will help you enlightened souls to distinguish one Wacko from another. 
And now I've got to go involve myself in more important tasks such as sleeping, so Tada to you all! :D :*

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Listen. I'm Weird. Deal With It.

Hello once again fellow unfortunate souls,

The worst is over. Oooverr. Phew. I am going to be very frank with you,oh yes. There is as much of a chance of me passing mathematics as there is of Dolly Bindra becoming a Ballerina. Sheesh,imagining THAT sent a chill down my spine. But that's the last thing I might be worried about right now. The issue ruling over my life at this moment is HOW,I mean HOW can people totally overlook Pure, unadulterated AWESOMENESS at times. Makes me feel the world is a sad place  after all. You see, the conversation I had with my best friend a while ago disturbed the shit out of me,if that makes any sense whatsoever,
Bee.Aff.Aff : Sooo,how was the party? Where was it?
Moi : It was totally Lalala types.(A less known synonym for Awesome) At Dipinder Paaji's!
Bee.Aff.Aff : Uhh who?
Moi : Arrey apni,wohi, Dipnaa!
Bee.Aff.Aff : Huh?
Moi :(irritatedly) Dipin. (Fullstop=I am pissed. Ask me what's wrong ASAP,if and only if you love the position of your head on your torso)
Bee. Aff. Aff : Could'nt you say THAT in the first place? Who all came?
Moi : Popkorn, Santa, Sushi, Sukhambi, Cheeku...
Bee Aff. Aff :(Interrupts. Bite me)ACTUAL names please?
Moi : Are you exceptionally slow? How many times have I told you their actual names?
Bee. Aff. Aff : Unn sab ki maa ne itna pyaar se naam rakha hai. It won't kill you if you address them NORMALLY for once.
*No reply*

Even your best friend tends to ignore the most crucial things about you at times. For the rest of you who wish to remain in my good books forever,there is one fact that needs to be kept in mind at ALL times. I am extremely possessive about the "Pet names" I come up with. Mocking at me for something like this would be the last thing you'd want to do. Like seriously.
Well actually,here's a list. You might aswell judge for yourself. Comment only if you have something nice to say. :P 

Chhotaa baby
Tingy baby
Chintu Pintu
Bee. Ee
Sindhi bhai
Dipinder Paaji
Lambe Kaan wala
Gujju Seth
Teddy Adi

Are'nt they like the Awesommest names EVER? :P
I mean who the hell likes to be called by the same old Ghissa-Pitta  names they've been responding to since like forever. EVERYBODY calls you Rahul. WHO will call you Hukie? Everybody's always known you're so and so person. And your name's Ashna. But CHEEKU? Does'nt it make you feel all cute? :P Mums find the easiest way out. When you were born,she very conveniently started calling you Pannu, short for Pranav. But who could have thought one fine day you'll be called Popkorn?
There's a simple logic behind  all of this. People walk in and out of your life all the goddamn time. You meet new people,you roll your eyes at a few, and you silently accept a few into your Small World. When I rechristen someone,it's simply a way of saying "Hi. I like you. You're welcome to become a part of my life :)"
And most of the times,the more pet names you have,the more important you are. So the next time you hear me shrieking "Jhinguuuuu" or calling you by that absurd,embarrassing name in front of a drop dread gorgeous chick(:P) or simply get an affectionate text from me saying "Chotaa baby :)", just go ahead and smile a bit for me,because well, it's just my way of saying -You matter. Hang on to me,will you? :)

Saturday, 5 March 2011

The B4 theory :P

Hello there fellas!
My english exam just got over today and I thought this might just be the most auspicious occasion for me to share a bit of my worldly knowledge with you. It's what we call The B4 theory. Lemme explain?

 I had the utter misfortune of enrolling into an institution for engineering coaching  roughly a year back. What the world knows as FIITJEE, is actually a place where young minds make decisions which can change the course of their lives-One,Commit suicide;Two;Let those bastards lead you to a slow,painful death. There's no other way out. Period. On a less bitter note, yes there indeed are two decisions you can make
1. Accept seclusion with resignation. 
THAT is what people in there strongly suggest. The various options in this way of life could be:

A .Become a different species all together, devoid of any social life. Or as I put it, ANY life.

B.Approach your nearest optician,buy yourself a pair of sturdy frames,and promise the guy to be his regular customer since you'll need to keep replacing the lenses with those of higher power over and over again,all thanks to all those books which my Gym-Freak of a cousin could probably use in place of those weights. Sturdy frames because you might want to bang your head around a lot of times, and please, getting them replaced again and again AND again would be such a pain in the ass. You could probably utilize all that time to tackle Fifty solid numericals of Physical chemistry. Screw you.

C. Abstinence. Well not LITERALLY but you know,dictate the terms and policies to your Estrogen/Testosterone charged selves and  swear to abide by them. No ladka-ladki lafdaa shafdaa,okay? Good boy/girl! *Pat self on the back*(Well that explains why sciencees end up being Hornier than the rest,right? Right? Well that's what my own personal experience tells me,what do you think?)

D.Well this is further divided for the males and females
I) Male fraternity:  Equip yourself with a lifetime supply of good old Nariyal Ka Tel and you're good to go! Stereotypical, I know, but that's the kind of guys i came across in there! There are always exceptions, ofcourse.
II)Female Sorority: Lets get this thing straight. You're not going to get into IIT on the basis of the color on your fingernails,or your waxed legs and well made eyebrows. So you can very well say Buh-Bye to them. Caution. In the process you might end up resembling your elder brother and distant uncles and aunts might suddenly render you speechless by addressing you as "Arrey Arun beta,tumhe toh bada time hogya dekhe?" till you,on the verge of tears,inform them in your squeaky voice about the terrible,Terrible mistake they just committed. But don't worry soldier, that tends to happen right? uhh NO?

E. Once you enroll,your parents start expecting you to become a hermit all together. The tearful goodbyes to the Guitars, and the Drum set, and the Jazz shoes and so on and so forth are a heart shattering sight. But yes, they expect you to leave your passions,your talents and "falana dhimkaana" far behind and "focus on your future". Fat chance.

F. Disconnect from the world. Amenities like the television,or the Internet start vanishing off from your life before you can even spell "Amenities"

It's kind of exaggerated,yes, but it's the way I feel at the moment alright? ALSO,there would be a lot of people who will have absolutely no qualms about adopting and adapting to this form of life, but then they are people who
1. Always dreamt of becoming engineers because they find it  interesting and fun(In the 17 years of my life there's just one person who came up with this explanation and who I believed. Aamir Khan in 3 idiots:P)
2. as a friend of mine once said,"Who's life begins and ends behind a desk. People who love crunching numbers for 14 hours a day because they get paid huge amounts which they spend on things they barely use." Bless that kid.

But we're delving too much into one point,let's move on to the second point because..
The second option is ofcourse Absofuckinglutely-  Wait For It   -FANTASTIC.

2. Tell. Them. To.  Kiss. Your. ASS.
Show them your pretty backside and walk off with dignity. That way you get to make your own decisions, explore all the possible avenues, and weell, Have a life! Loads of those places are just all about the advertisement. When they finally pull you into that patch of marshy land,THEN is when you realise that it's just a big fat money making industry at the end of the day. Being there is just like being in a pressure cooker(Just BTW,pressure is directly proportional to temperature,hence increase in pressure leads to increase in temperature which in turn leads to rise in tempers, which will most definitely result in arguments/fights,which in several cases lead to extreme frustration and "bhagwaan mujhe uthaalo"OR "bhagwaan ISSKO uthaalo" type dialogues. A little  extra trivia never hurts anyone,right? :) )

This might even give you a chance to be the perfect "Balanced Bastard",as we christened that brand of teenagers a while ago. A rare species, but with just the right amount of determination and passion,it's a way of life which i believe, is not difficult to achieve. Let me explain
[    ]    I study hard. Check
[    ]    I am open to ladka/ladki lafdaa shafdaas. Check
[    ]    My guitar "Jugnoo" and my soccer sneakers and my basketball and my Jazz pants are not locked away                        in the attic,tearfully awaiting my arrival, but are lying in my room like the Kohinoor in the Queen's crown. Check 
THAT is what i intend to do with my life ladies and gentlemen. YES. i am proud to finally announce that i have ridden myself off the menace of these faulty engineering institutions and that I intend to do something better with my life. Not that i am against Engineers,oh no most definitely not. Just that i never really thought it was something *I* wanted to do,or could be good at. And now that I have finally realized that my talent lies in some other field all together, I Feel Like I Am At The Top Of Thee World. :D
So that's the good news. I almost feel like the Father from those retro Bollywood movies going around with a box of laddoos in one hand  and shrieking"Mubaarak ho. Beta hua hai"  to anyone  who would listen.
But then wooohoo. I did it. And now I am happy.
But oh wait? I did'nt tell you about the B4 theory at all now, did I? Well for that, you'll have to wait for the next post machas. An element of surprise always helps,right? :)

Sunday, 27 February 2011

50 Random things :P

So yeah, I have'nt had much to write about lately. My life's been all about chemical reactions,friction and double derivatives, and I am guessing you would like to hear me talk about ANYTHING but that! But Gosh! My life's just been getting pretty random lately, so here's a random post, about 50 random things about me. Go on, read read :P
1. Dancing. I look at it as a way of life :)
2. I play a game called "Icy Tower" on my computer when I am extremely pissed or when I am about to burst out crying. As a result, I either play exceptionally well,or make the poor creature fall from even the second step over and over again.
3. I once spent 2 and a half hours trying to find the Original Mario ( <3 ) on the net.
4.I talk to my Boyfriend once he's asleep. Like, I text him,type whatever comes to my mind,like a journal. Woah! That required some amount of courage to admit :)
5. I like big butts. And I cannot lie.
6.When I was a kid, I used to try to look above the Tv screen,hopeful that i might get to see Miss Bellum's face. For all those unfortunate souls who were git enough to NOT watch the Powerpuff Girls,Miss Bellum was The Mayor's Exceptionally hot secretary who's legs were SO hot,that there was absolutely no need to have a look at her face :P
7. I can't decide whether  hate Chemistry more or Physics.
8. I am double minded about possibly EVERYTHING in life,from what I want to do once I am out of school, to what I think of a person, to the color/character on my socks.
9. I often end up wearing a different sock on either foot as a result of the above.
10. At the moment, I am trying to figure out whether I love and miss a certain person, or whether I absolutely HATE that person, right from the bottom of my heart.
11. I despise people who leave me without a second look back, or without any explanation whatsoever.
12. I wish I could sing :( So does Mom. She lives with a teenage daughter who fantasizes about kicking Madonna in the butt. Unfortunately, I am not even close to being Miley Cyrus's butt double. And I sound like an army of lamenting frogs when I sing.
13. I wish to pay tribute to Sukhmani Lamba once before I pass out of school :)
14. I am in DESPERATE need of a Best Friend.
15. I think the entire concept of a Best friend is over rated
16. That just proved point no.8
17. At the moment I  believe Love itself is over rated.
18. I don't WANT to believe that ^
19.I am another one of those "Ullus"who sleep/kill time during the day and then study the entire night.
20.FYI, I dont think Sleeping is wastage of time WHAT SO EVER,so dont mix the two
21.Studying the entire night would mean text almost everyone on my contact list to find out whether anyone,like ANYONE is awake,download random songs,check who all are weird enough to be on Facebook during the wee hours of the morning,stalk random people,look through ALL my profile pictures(I have NO idea why I do that,so don't even bother asking),crib over how I am doing EVERYTHING but studying,cook midnight snacks
22.By midnight snacks I mean Midnight Maggi,since Pssssst... I can't cook anything else. ANYTHING :-/ What a pity.
23. For 16 years of my life, I was BARRED from entering the kitchen since I was a reputed Cutlery assassin. I mean my  mum actually had this image of me coming out of her kitchen with an expression on my face which resembled the one on the usual Bollywood hero's face when he's walking away from a car which just caught flames(You know, that confident "survivor's walk", while the background shows massive wreckage,a bomb blast in most cases)
24.I am DAMN pissed at my Boyfriend right now. Like damn damn DAMN pissed. I could eat him alive right now and not even  burp! And no he's not the one I am referring to in point no. 10
25. Have I mentioned him twice already? I SHOUL'NT. I AM MAD AT HIM. UGH.
26. I am a Kattar Punjabi. Who is also a Pure vegetarian. And I have no idea why most people think that's ironic.
27. I keep a jar of Jam on my study table at times and I keep eating a spoonful after every 3 minutes
28. I watch Kal Ho Na Ho whenever I REALLY want to cry out loud. I watched it today after a very long time.
29. I am a recovering facebook addict :)
30. I used the word "recovering" because I can't remember the exact word which is to be used for a person who was addicted to something and is now trying to fight it off.
31. I hate pink.
32. I own a pink camera. My mum is under the misconception that she's an exceptionally funny person, and gifting me a Pink Camera on my 16th Birthday was her idea of FUN :P
33. I dropped the first ever phone I had in a bowl of sambar.
34. I patkofied my second phone in a fit of anger after I had a fight at home.
35. I am fond of the movie "Jaane Bhi Do yaaron"
36. I randomly start singing random songs in random places infront of the randommest of people.
37. At times I pretend to be the lead vocalist  in a band and sing "Bring me to life" in front of the mirror, with a deodorant spray ka bottle in my hand.
38. I think I could be exceptionally good at the Latin forms of social dancing if I tried, considering how much my butt moves, no matter what i do :P
39. Did I mention I like Big butts?
40. I want to perfect 10 styles of dancing before I die.
41. I wish to learn Bangla before I die. Fat chance. 40% of the people I know are Bengali, YET they fail to fulfill my childhood fantasy. You see, it kind of made me feel Bengalis had a sort of an edge when I was a kid, Any Bengali in my class was instantaneously a hit with my Indian Music and Dance teachers, who were both, wait up, BENGALIS :P PLUS I find it really cool how bengalis who just met,bond by simply conversing in their mother tongue, while the rest of us try to figure out what the hell are they talking about. I have had two  people calling me names while standing right next to me, as I stood there and flashed my brightest smile at them :P
42. The fact that EVERYONE in CR park knows EVERYONE else in there intrigues me o.O
43. I once mispronounced my own name on stage xD
44. People misspell my name all the goddamn time. The worst one I came across was ROHINE. I mean COME ON! That's not even a word!
45.  I believe there are some major grammatical mistakes in whatever I have written yet.
46. I mis spelled the word Cutlery SIX times when I was typing point number 23. Forget THAT, I mis spelled it AGAIN (twice)while typing THIS point. Cutillary...Cattillary...Cuttilary...Cuttelary..Cutlliry..Cut..SCREW YOU! Google Homepage-----> Search----->Cuttilery------> Do you mean CUTLERY? HELL YES!
47. My dream is to flyyyyy over the raaainbow so higggghh.  (That's random singing for you, machas!)
48. I recently came to know the difference betweeen Sex and Gender.
49. I have no idea why anyone would like to read the 50 randommest things about me. Get a life man.
50. YES i am weird, and NO I am not ashamed of it :)

Tuesday, 22 February 2011


*Tak tak tak*
*Tak tak tak. tak tak*
What on EARTH is that boy up to? What does he need the Computer for at..uhh..TWELVE THIRTY,bless him, TWELVE THIRTY at night?! 
She was another mother. Yet another mother with such a sharp sense of observation that she could give Hercule Poirot a run for his money. And such an immense talent for, may I say, SUSPICION. His phone beeped,he read the text, he SMILED,mind it you, SMILED, and BANG! She could have bet half her flesh on the fact that he had a Girlfriend in school. What was she like? Did she come from a good family? Was she Punjabi? was she INDIAN at all? Was she a sciencee? Was she NOT a sciencee? Did she want to become an engineer too?For christ's sake was she up to any good at all? Was she the reason he didnt score a 90 in this term? Haaye mera pyaara bacha. Kisi chudail ke changul mein phass gya! So yeah,what may seem like ages of introspection was, infact, the mental picture of,well lets say, Yet-Another-Mother,for the short span of about 30 seconds. Max. Thirty seconds were all she needed to declare that  poor figment of imagination as unethical,immoral,indecent,and though she shied away from the word in her mind, slutty
She slept with one eye open, and one ear on the room opposite hers. Even the slightest movement roused her,her eyes flung wide open,her senses were on high alert,and if you had night goggles,you would know that lying on her bed,she slightly resembled a cat,sniffing the air cautiously and all, and I'm not even kidding.
So yes, getting back to where we started off from,she had detected that her laadla was up and definitely up to something. But she had had a looong tiring day, and soon, sleep embraced her into it's warm, comforting arms. But folks, we're not done yet. Did I mention she slept with one ear riveted on the opposite door,scanning the vicinity for any sound of movement, or enjoyment? So yeah,unfortunately for her darling Sonny boy,around half an hour later, a slight unsuppressed giggle of his triggered the entire process all over again. 
It's ONE! ONE A.M FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!She noiselessly pulled her blanket aside,placed a toe on the cold marble floor. The rest followed. She almost glided through the floor. She HAD to find out what was up, AND she had to catch him red handed. oh yes, that was essential. She sneaked into the room and  positioned herself in such a manner that any movement of his could be easily noticed.
Caught you.
"ISHAN! What are you doing?"
He jumped, clearly caught unaware.
"Mum what the hell is WRONG with you? Are you trying to kill me one day before my phase test?"
WHY would I want that? Mera beta toh engineer banega.
She peeked into his Computer screen. Well that would be putting it mildly. She made it clear that she had cornered him. Or that's what she thought.
Real life stories Of True IITians.
"Mom I was just reading anecdotes from this book my Maths teacher thought I should have a look at. SO motivating." He nodded appreciatively at the screen. "Just got carried away. Some of them are really interesting. You should have a look at it too, haina Mumma? Mumma?"
Well, "mumma" was having a tough time accepting her defeat. With a sheepish expression on her face, Yet-Another-Mother skulked out of the room, cursing under her breath.
With a sly smile spreading on his face, Sonny Boy reopened the website he had minimized and watched muted porn for the rest of the night. . 
Who says Sciencees can't have a life, eh? ;)

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Hello. I exist. And you?

So yeah, I finally decided to post something. I mean atleast SOMETHING following that entire hue and cry I raised about blogging that almost everyone came to hear about, all thanks to my loud personality. I am not really new to the entire concept of blogging. When I was asked to critique a few of my friends’ works earlier, I never really gave it much thought. I read a few other people’s blogs too, you know those which I kind of critiqued in my own head(:P),most of which blew me away,because well,you least expect your friends who talk about sex all day long in the classroom(Read Ahmar Suhail) or those who seek attention of any member of the female sorority by coming up with the cheesiest,lamest and possibly the funniest pick up lines(you might want to meet Ishan Roy),or simply those who bully guys who have a fetish for gossip(Vatsal and Sudhanshu might be the abundantly found members of the above stated species) to actually be so good at  something like this! I mean you expect them hog in the canteens, pass me around like ball,try to woo random women,drool over women well beyond their  reach,laugh at random things and make us laugh at randommer things,to name a few,but THIS,pleasantly surprised me. So guys,Big Hug :)
So I had read,critiqued,marvelled at and smiled because of most of the people’s work,but never really thought there was a need for me to revive my love for writing. But Suhasini Krishanan,ladies and gentlemen,is an unstoppable force of nature. She infiltrates your life with her Oh-So-Honest ideas,and before you know it she’s done major good  to you :) And hence, I would take this opportunity to thank the girl with the long legs for inspiring me to start writing again :) Yes, I do love you :) So much so, that I decided to name my blog after her too. Let me explain. Or rather, let me start right from the top.
12:something a.m
I have nothing to do. What the hell am I doing? Really,WHAT? 
*refreshes Facebook homepage in order to have SOMETHING to do*
Priyanka Bannerji likes so and so link
Haha! SO Pri! I wonder whether she’s  updated her blog…

12:something+5minutes a.m
Haha! That girl is a reader’s delight man! Hmm..who’s up next? 
*scrolls and reaches the the  followers,opens separate tabs*

*thoughts and dreams*. 
 And this is?....
*scroll scroll*
Haa! Diwiii <3 Sweet and simple :) So her :)

Ishan Is Sexy. 
Do I even need to scroll? Ishan bol ke Pranav toh hoga nahi, :P Haha! That kid,seriously, that kid.. 
*huge smile*

Eternally Articulate. 
Woah. Heavy dude. Dipinder Paaji?..
*scroll scroll*
 VATSAL KHULLAR? Abbey saala dictionary le kar baitha tha kya? :P

Mind through words. Paaji?..
*scroll scroll
 *Voice inside head is speechless

You probably think you’re cooler than me. 
 AHMAR SUHAIL! CANNOT be any one else! Come on, I cant be wrong this time..
*scroll scroll
HELL! I am unbeatable all over again! Ahmar Suhail it is!

From the heart. 
Uhh who? 
Haa! Dipinaa! Paaji! FINALLY!

Welcome to Lalaland. 
*scroll scroll
Su! :)

12:45. am
1.oo am
Reads some more.
1.14 am.
Arrey waah! *Posts something on Su’s wall*
1.15 am.
*switches off PC. Snuggles into Red blanket*
*mental excitement*
Yahoooo! Something new I can do apart from logging into Facebook and annihilating time. But what  the hell am I supposed to name it?
Something macha.
Haha dedicated to Su?okay I can build on that.
Hey there machas.
Uhh not exactly, what else?
Hey there machas, and other fisherwomen.
HELLO there machas and other fisherwomen.
I REALLY think there’s a need to explain the reason behind this exquisite name, which I guess hardly makes any sense for most of you. So here it is!
The following is an excerpt from the conversation me and Su had on my birthday last year,
Ru: Guys! We’re going to Citywalk for lunch. Be THERE! (Well I am not really sticking to facts in here,for if my memory would be SO sharp, well, I’d be doing wonders :P )
Su:I cant come macha(followed by some sort of an apology I cant recall.)
Ru: MACHA? Uhh okay! Try coming though Su! :(

So yeah, at that point of time I thought it’s a Bengali word for Fisherwoman, and I had no idea what so ever why Su would call me that, till I was finally told what it meant
Macha-Tamil for friend.
THAT is where the name comes from =)
And the background is what it is because I freaking miss dancing like HELL and because I am suddenly obsessed with calvin all over again. I don’t really like hobbes for some very weird reason. Which I don’t intend to specify.
Which brings us to the url,which turned out to be the  source of amusement for quite a number of people. Ilikebigbutts(True)andicannotlie(False)  
Well the sole reason is that I really like the way Ross shakes his butt when he sings this one along with Rachel. Kind of turns me on. No I’m just kidding, It’s just because I really do like big butts. And I would never EVER lie about that :)
Phew, this thing really did turn out to be quite long. You were right Paaji, once you start, you really need to decide to stop.
So I guess I should just “Sign off” now Doze off soon too, considering it’s 1:30 and I need to get up early to study chem.. *sigh* The realisation finally strikes you,you know,no matter what you’ve been doing/enjoying. Ki yeh do pal ki chaandni hai aur fir sirf kaali raat hai. No matter what you do/enjoy, you’ll end up with that pile of Chemistry/Physics/Maths/Biology GRANTHS(the word mum uses for books of enormous size and volume) in front of you. You eventually have to surrender to them, as they engulf you slowly, and gradually, into that dark, dark cloud of…
Well, that’s another story, and shall be the topic of some other post, later. For now, I am just glad that I started blogging, cause it kind of makes me feel that even though I am a sciencee, I still have a life :)