Day 1!

If that reminded you of the Kal Ho naa Ho style, kindly excuse me. Today was the first day of my summer work at IISc. We had to study the micrograin structure of Magnesium alloys. It was super fun!! I was late, as usual and made the poor V wait for half hour. The sweet lady that she is, she didn’t yell at me. We did a semi-demo model before lunch. After etching, the microstructure was SO SO cute and well-defined. I couldn’t take my eyes off the microscope. We had lunch at the Tea Kiosk there. A tip to everyone visiting IISc, don’t try the food items at Tea Kiosk. It sucks!!! After lunch, we did a model on our own. I will go see the structure tomorrow. We work under the sweetest Prof and the auntie (for the lack of better way to address her) who teaches us is very patient and co-operative. It was drizzling today and IISc was a beautiful sight, what with all the green blanket! The only irritation are the mosquitoes. Each one is of my size and how they bite! Also we spotted millipedes/centipedes (i don’t know which one of those)
All in all, it was memorable- no glitches. =)
And oh, how can I forget?!?!?! KrishnaKali is a lovely book. I’m loving it totally. The writing is neat & fresh. I woke up at 3:20 am today and couldn’t sleep for a long time. No chocolates for guessing what I did!

Two roads diverged and I – I took the one that led to my friend’s place!

Traffic conditions in Bangalore (I’m sure in all parts of India, too) are horribly unpredictable. I decided to go to Eloor Library at 12:20pm and left the house at 12:35 pm. The library closes for lunch at 1:30pm and opens at 3pm. Usually, it takes about half hour or 45 mins to reach that place. But today I think everyone was on the road. I reached there at exactly 1:36pm. And alas, the library was closed. I walked down to a Subway joint on the Bowring Hospital Road and decided to kill time there. I took a Veggie Patty and a Coke and was enjoying my meal. The weather was awesome and the view of the road from Subway was too good. I ate as slowly as I could. But even then I was done by 2:00. Yeah, I am a fast eater. I was sitting and people- gazing. Eavesdropping too. Not my fault, I say. The couple sitting behind me were making some marriage plans. Too bad for them that they were talking loudly and that I understand Tamil. Another loud mouthed couple sitting to my right was quarreling. Only singles are happy eh? I was getting bored of the nonsense and started playing Su-doku. Lovely timepass. Thank mobile games! And then I people-gazed for some more time. I noticed that Subway had stickers stuck on their glass walls which indicated that people were not supposed to smooch there. This reminds me of another incident. We had gone to Purple Haze in June. A couple was making out ALL THE TIME, much to the free entertainment of everyone. So I suppose people require explicit notices these days. Hmmm. It was 2:55pm and I walked to Eloor. I got two Archies Double digest and KrishnaKali by a certain author Shivani.
Later I went to my friend’s place. It was her birthday lunch- cum- school friends get-together. So it was much fun, as one can imagine.
Off I go to watch a movie- Good luck Chuck, I think. Oh by the way, I watched American History X last night and loved it absolutely. Thank you Merin! Also note that if you don’t give me the next season of House, I will have to do re-runs. *cue cue*

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Delhi 6 and New York… That’s watching two bad movies in a theatre.

I forget everything I’ve been meaning to post when I reach this ‘Add New Post” page.

RIP MJ. I heard the news when I was eavesdropping waiting for my HOD (BUCKFUSH!!!) to get free and my lecturer goes- “Michael Jackson sethodnanthe?” to another.

The vacations don’t excite me. The prospect of watching sitcoms and movies does!

I am creating a ‘how well do you know me?’ quiz on Facebook! Well…

I watched Dev D and love the way Dev’s dad says ‘Vudka’ for Vodka.

Vodafone is nuts. We all know that already right? Here’s a good tip about them… they refund cash!!! Whowuddathunkit!

I am hitting the ‘publish’ button now.

Pappaji!

I don’t even know why I’m attempting to write something here for you- I’m not able to think straight right now. It doesn’t really matter to you how I call you by those million other names apart from the one I’m supposed to call you, ayah. And I have no idea why you call me Subbu, though I quite like the name.

Do you remember the last elections- you wanted me to vote for the party you like and I didn’t? You realised your daughter has grown up only then, didn’t you?

Thanks for being there and many thanks for taking my side mostly during heated arguments with Amma and sister!

And the questions I ask you! Whoo. This cartoon has to be here in this post!!!

Ya, Please get me a pup, and this time alone don’t listen to your wife’s complaints about how it dirties the house.

Love,

Ever the selfish inane daughter.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO ALL THE LOVELY DADDIES !

PS: Title dedication to Meena.

I know I can do much better!

Following the inbox-sent items path, here’s one post from me!

S: Duh!

Me: Dud, yes!

S: Oye. Woman : x. There is a lot of difference b/w dud and dude, mind u!!

Me: Yes. And it wasn’t a mistake : D

S: ;> ;> Next time i meet u, i will pluck one of your eyes %)

Me: WOW, really? I have always wondered how my face wud look w/ just one eye. Please do. : D

S: Yeah. Then, break a single tooth. Chip a nail. And wear a long ear-ring. Will pluck it off. Then slit your throat and finally kinfe u and throw u in bwssb sewage treatment plant

Me: So fascinating! I have always wanted to experience such blood-curdling pain. When when when!

S: I will malign you and then see who will marry you!

Me: A marriage is not the end of my world! : / : x

S: I thot you wanted to get married into a large family!

Once, I was feeling so lonely what with noone at home. We were chatting up and I told him the above words.

Me: Read my prev msg again. Not getting married is not the end of the world for me. Ha ha. So try something else. Tipping into marriage is a sureshot failure step : p

Ahoy, look eet; my victory-

S: Why! I took the liberty to tweak : p

PS: I am on a ha ha and he he phase now.  I love it!

PPS: You must have figured out by now that S is male

PPPS: Cosmically, I am supposed to get a backlog. I am fearing it will be in this semester.

The moment I say something I jinx it. Like, bigtime. Still, it doesn’t stop me from saying things.

Magnanimous me?

PS: This is not a exam time post.

Random thought, dear muse.

Remember how Gerry just knew Holly would be totally wiped out when he was no longer with her? Remember how he left her messages to help herself?

I suppose that is what they call ‘love’.

PS: I am talking about this movie. It had to be in PostScriptum!

PPS: Ireland is truly breathtaking! I’m so J, Rev!

Amoeba like tomatoes…

… is the cheesiest title I can come up with. Apparently not for Mills and Boon. Check out a few-

• Sicilian husband, Unexpected baby.
• Desert prince, defiant virgin.
• The Spanish billionaire’s Christmas bride.
• Pregnant on the upper east side?
• Blind date with the boss.
• The Venetian’s midnight mistress.
• Ruthless tycoon, innocent wife.
• Florenza forced marriage.
• The Demetrios bridal bargain.
• Hired: The Italian’s convenient Mistress.

Which of these would you read? Don’t give me the ‘I haven’t read even ONE M&B’ crap!

Bolo bolo, why did you ditch me?

My cousins were here (as I write this, a classic Lindt melts in my mouth. Mmmmm) and my 11 year old cousin asks me, “Do you chat on the internet?” “Er.. yes”, I replied. “Don’t! They’ve told us in school that we shouldn’t. It’s not safe.” And I thought this fellow was only a kid! Kids grow up soon, and how!

The next morning as I was getting ready to college, he takes a look at me and says, “You’re looking pretty!” At this point, both of us were blushing. He, because all the others were hooting. Aaawww, ‘lil fella.

I have developed this habit of chatting for hours, standing in the parking lot of my college. My college has a big main foyer and they have made an arrangement for seating there. But come on,  parking lot is more fun. We stand there and chat till the attendant fellow asks us to buzz off. And we talk till he goes to the other end, shooes people there and comes back helplessly. Parking lot, as I can see is an entertainer. From birthday bumps to koo che koo ing, I’ve seen it all. And oh, I am on my way to become an expert in parking ettiquette.

Some of my seniors got suspended for playing Uno in class. And we got a lecture from a loser of a lecturer/professor/whatever he is about discipline. For yourownsake, Uno is not gambling!!! The very same day, bud V had got Uno cards to college. To play, what else? We giggled inwards when the lecturer disclosed this top-secret, after closing the door.

Well, Rev asked me to write about domestic mishaps. I was thinking about the fodder for that post while riding back home from college. I tried to brake because someone was crossing and skid and fell with ONLY the right part of my body slightly bruised. No one came forward to help and I am happy they didn’t because I show tears at the slightest words of sympathy! I came home and my mom blamed me because I didn’t pray today before leaving home. It’s not like I pray everyday. But today, she had insisted that I do. I overheard it and left home in a hurry. Talk about omens. I have something else to tell, at this point, but you people won’t buy it anyway. Sister dear started chasing me with a Dettol bottle in her hand. I was laughing like crazy, but tears were just flowing out from my eyes. My sister got wild and yelled, “Are you crying or laughing, mental!!!” I wasn’t sure either. But I enjoyed it. Like, immensely. Such things don’t happen everyday. Call me weird. Now my mom is going on asking me how I will manage to slip a footwear on. Thank God, study holidays have almost begun!

Talking of domestic horrors, I haven’t just one or two to write here. The best I can remember is what I am going to write here. I am an ardent watcher of cookery shows. I don’t generally like to cook. Once, when I was in class 4/5, my mom was asleep and I had tortured my sis to watch a cookery show with me. She did a demo on how to make Gajar Halwa. I wanted to try it out. Come to think of it, it is funny! I just fried the grated carrots (not at all a step in making the Halwa), fried it till it was half burnt, added sugar and a little milk, and immediately served hot. To my sister, of course. The poor thing that she was then, she ate it. And makes fun of me even now! Later I learnt how to make a proper, drool-inducing, delicious Halwa. My friends even certified that it was aaaamazing!

Thanks to my butter fingers, I drop things at the drop of a hat; I dropped my laptop when it was just a few days new. My rusted memory is not able to recall much.

Rev, is this post some competition to your mettle?

PS: The title is a song.