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...

7 WANTS!


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

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

8 FEARS


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 :)

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! :)

Anyhoo, NINE LOVES.


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! :*

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" :)
S'long!

First Blog Award Biatches! :D

So yeah, Diwidaadi at http://diwita.blogspot.com/ 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
1. THANK  AND LINK BACK THE PERSON WHO AWARDED YOU.
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. :)

2.SHARE 7 THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF.
1. Instead of that,read 50 Random things------>http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.com/2011/02/50-random-things-p.html and you know more than 7. 
2.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------>http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.com/2011/02/50-random-things-p.html and you know more than 7.
3.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------>http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.com/2011/02/50-random-things-p.html and you know more than 7.
4.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------>http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.com/2011/02/50-random-things-p.html and you know more than 7.
5.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------>http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.com/2011/02/50-random-things-p.html and you know more than 7.
6.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------> http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.com/2011/02/50-random-things-p.html and you know more than 7.
7.Instead of that,read 50 Random things------>http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.com/2011/02/50-random-things-p.html and you know more than 7.

3.AWARD RECENTLY DISCOVERED GREAT BLOGGERS.
Impact-O-Life
The Voice In My Head
From The Heart
Inside Of The Outside
Welcome to LaLa land


4.CONTACT THESE BLOGGERS AND TELL THEM ABOUT IT.
Shall :)


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

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---> http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.com/2011/03/b4-theory-p.html )
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,


THE ACTUAL B4 THEORY.


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 :*