Tag do

1. What have you realised recently?
That the best way to zap summer zits is not Garnier Yellow Tube Facewash but simply taking off your specs and looking at the mirror.

2. Have you given your first kiss away?
Tauba, tauba. :P

3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 11 blog buddies you would take?
Three's a crowd. Eleven's a deserted island no more. Mayhem! :D
Er, the question. Yes.
Inflict torture of self's company on them all.

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
Betelgeuse.

5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?
Fly, oh so high, into the sky, I shall try, kar diya na bheja fry? Sigh.


On second thoughts, 6/6 vision wouldn't hurt.

6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
I'm half blind :|

7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?
Do ghante baith kar banaya trial balance. :|

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
Stash it in a bank, and go backpacking.

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
Hmm. I'd be afraid to botch up things, really. :/

10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.
Kya zyaadti hai, har tag par achha likho? Bah, I can't be that good. Not when I'm talking about others. Boohoo.

Here goes.

Dish : Writes fabulously when she's in her element, can express emotions so well, and is always game for a Gelato outing. :D

Shailja : Spunk, character, and individuality. You go, girl.

Abhilasha : Brimming with story ideas, has this striking persona thing going for her, and does what SHE wants.

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?
Sanity?

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?
Hate is a strong word [and I really, really, really...uh.]
Hard to find someone I hate. I can dislike at best. I know, I'm so good. ^_^

13. What is the one thing you cannot live without?
Positive cell phone balance.

14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
Rather they point it out.

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
Moi, who else? :D

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?
*grins guiltily*

17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.

Dish : Writesfabulouslywhenshe'sinherelement,canexpressemotionssowell,andisalwaysgameforaGelatoouting. :D

Shailja : Spunk,character,andindividualityYougo,girl.

Abhilasha : Brimmingwithstoryideas,hasthisstrikingpersonathinggoingforher,anddoeswhatSHEwants.

That'll do, right? :P

18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?
I'd wish to be a harder worker. I'm a lazy ass.

19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?
Ooh. Not telling. Classroom gossip. Possibly Breaking News. :D

20. Would you rather have love but no money or money but no love?
Lazy, and greedy too. Both. I demand both! Mwahahaha!
[Deja vu?]

Tagging time :
Aanchal, Aku [Three good things? Omg. Two weeks at least? :P], Anahita, Bharat, Ishmeet, Kika, Kishore, Nidhi [when she returns], Nik [Ha. This is going to be fun.], Shayeri, Shruti and everyone else on the blogroll. I'm just a bachcha. Kill me not. ^_^

Say what?

New year, same old

Well begun is half done, innit? *
So how is a first day at tuition supposed to be? Do you go wearing a collared shirt with a tie and a pleated skirt and horn rimmed glasses? I wouldn't know, I never had tuitions before the XIth. Except for this Math tutor my mum once called, who lasted precisely twenty minutes. Ah well.
I have that effect on people.

Anyway, this year [yes, I know its '08, I meant academic year, genius] I finally succumbed to the money minting bag of commercialized shit called coaching centers. The first day, I reached my center early [ group tuitions, har de har!] since I had to ask about the fees and stuff. The teacher in charge of the XIth was busy, so I was shuttled away to the classroom for my batch, where I waited, listening to my iPod, blowing chewing gum bubbles, being my nonchalant best. Alright, just the iPod, but you get the picture. Just then, this guy entered, and stared at me like I was a Vogon. It might have been the clothes [Black tee, striped arm band, tie, ripped jeans, Converse high tops - okay, so at least I got the tie right. I'll learn. Pleated skirt next year. Promise :P] I goggled back, and he went and sat behind me. Next up, a girl came, gaped, rolled her eyes and scampered off to the seat farthest away from where I was. I checked the address I was given nervously, sighed and went back to J-Timberlake telling me what went around came around. Since this didn't do much to raise my [pretty low] spirits, I slumped resignedly in my chair and waited for everyone else to come. The girls smirked, or gave me the eyes, while the guys stood agape.
Deep breath, deep breath, deep breath.

By this time, I was through with it. I looked back, hoping to see someone, anyone I recognized, and what I saw made my jaw drop.

Neatly divided into two blocks, and each acting oblivious to the other's presence, sat everyone. The girls all on one side, and the guys on the other.......the side right behind me. I coloured. Making a social faux pas on Day 1 hadn't been that high on my priority list. One involving 60 pairs of eyes on me less so.

Its been six months since I joined, but even then the sexist demarcation never ceases to amaze me, even though I'm the only person at tuition from a non coed school. Especially since I'm the only person at tuition from a non coed school.

But its the new year, and I guess the psychological desire to initiate a change at the crack of a new anything [Monday diets, anyone? :P] has finally seeped in at my coaching institute too.

Because now, fellow humans, and ye gods of humanity, the time is ripe for change.

And therefore, [emphasize therefore] the boys and girls have..............
.............swapped sides.
Touche.


*Also, alls well that ends well.

Misery

I hate this.
No, I loathe it.

Having to get up at 9 AM on a Sunday - Bad.
Seeing you got up because there's a water pipe leakage over your head - Worse.
Freaking out when you see your new, unread books have been given an unwanted complimentary bath - Worst.

[And to top it all, the books that drip when I hold them up aren't even the ones I bought for myself, they're the ones I got as some scholarship thingamajig from my dear, dear school.


Alright, so you can chuck the dear, dear bit, but I did want to read East of Eden and Ana Karenina! :( ]





Noticing that your Business Studies textbook survived the flood?
Conclusive proof that God is a sadist.

And this...

....is called a post!
Mwahahaha.


Sigh.
*yawns*

Mwaaaah and hellooo dahlings!

Okay, whirlwind week is over and I am back with a vengeance!

Last week was spent taking part in a blogumentary making competition for NDTV, and boy, did I have fun! :D Made friends with the Jantar Mantar security guard, a Bhelpuri vala, and a flower seller at the Hanuman Mandir flower market [which incidentally, is Asia's largest flower market.Betcha didn't know that.Neither did I.] Also played taash with three guys in a park and hit a six while paying gulli cricket. [Yay! I rule!] Of course, it was the on the seventh attempt, but you're not supposed to know that, are you?

Oh, and I found this.......um..man, who eats grass for a Guinness record, in Central Park! Freaky.He just came up when we were shooting, said he'd been on Aaj Tak, and Zee News, so he should be on NDTV too.Then this other guy came up, shouting, "Main khilaoonga, main khilaoonga!" so we roped them both in for a 10 second scene.And just when we'd finished setting up everything, this crowd had gathered that wanted to be on TV too, so we took THEM also, and by the end of it, we had a nice li'l chaotic scene : Sanya [did I mention? Our team was me and her] saying, "Presenting, GRASS MAAAAN!Ta-daaaa!", a guy stuffing grass into GrassMan's mouth, he eating like a cannibal and the crowd applauding.Oh, and people almost came and asked for autographs! :P

Today was the final, all-important results shoot.[Twas a competition, didn't I say? :o] And well, I'm not saying who won.Just that I was very surprised by the results.And very happy.
There.Didn't say anything, did I? :P

Anyway, so I shall be on national television, and so shall be my flick.1st of December, NDTV MetroNation, 10:30 AM, repeat at 3:00 PM.[I don't even get the channel on my TV!] I look like an arse, I'm wearing pink [@ Prerna], and signed posters go on eBay on 2nd.
Till then, ciao munchkins! :P

One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns

You haven't lived if you haven't ever had a typical Indian send off.A Typical Indian Send off [new grammar rules, let the hyphen RIP!] [TIS] usually consists of the following:

1.Your hosts [think the Mummy, Papa, Dada,Dadi,Chacha,Chachi,Pappu,Babloo],Kanta Bai,Bahadur Bhaiya,Tommy,Twinkle Toes coming to the door to see you off.

2.The neighbours peeping through their door, and asking who'd come over.

3.The kids playing football in the street stopping to make way for your car, and then staring exasperatedly at you while you sniff, and hug, and sniff and hug, and sniff and hug, for some half an hour.

Now, if you're supremely unlucky, you'll also be made to eat dahi [think : Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi], like my mum did before my first Board Exam in the Tenth.[I puked it out! I was so nervous, I threw up! :P]

Anyway, so last week, my mum went to Kochi to visit her one of friends from school.Like a nice, dutiful joint Indian family, all of us trudged to the door.And the nice,dutiful family we are [did I mention that earlier?] we also hugged surreptitiously, and loaded the car, and stood there, waiting for her to leave for the airport.

Now this is a rather aimless post.And it also not about the TIS.Hence, I continue.

Now this is where it got fun.A sadhu came by, walking briskly, when seeing us, he stopped.He was of the typical orange clothes, braided, and messed about hair variety, and had a steel katora for alms.He looked at a watch on his wrist.He seemed to be calculating something, and then he frowned.Suddenly, he looked up."Shiv raksha karega, havaii udaan ki raksha karega, de de beta,ma ki bhalai hogi" I grinned, I mean, there's only so much of havaii udaan ki raksha I can take.The sadhu continued, promising safety at a rupee a bone, oblivious to my cynicism.Seeing he wasn't getting any attention, he gave me one last remorseful look, and went along his way.The car left.I closed the door, just about to latch it.

Suddenly, I heard him.I opened the door."Number ek sau do kahan hai?"
I went out, pointed out the house and saw him amble his way; making his way to the house where he had to perform a puja.So we were the in betweens - a quick buck while he was early for something else.

I stared.He was being greeted with garlands and people huddled to touch his toes, while he had
an expression of utmost serenity etched on his face. In the distance, I could just about hear-
"Aap itni jaldi aa gaye, Babaji?"
I sighed and latched the door shut.


PS: Sacrosancity is constantly evolving, my friends.And who wants to stick to the old anyway? So,
Do you wanna Mata?
Oh a Mata,
Do you wanna Mata?
Love me, love me say!

You know - 2

You know economists can be a yawn stimulating-ly unimaginative bunch when the new economic policy in 1991 is christened NEP.




New Economic Policy.

Diddle-daddle-doo

This is not another one of them posts where I have nothing to say, I go beating around the bush for five lines, and then click publish.
Four lines is easier :P

So, here's something to feast your eyes on.



Oh, by the way.
Happy Independence Day :)


That isn't me, in case you're wondering. Though I did fly kites.And oooh, I cut two too! :D
My own, though :|

Stereotypes Part 1

The first question I got asked at tuition : Science or commerce?
The first question I got asked at gym : Commerce or humanities?

So the Science people exercise their brain cells, and the Humanities folks exercise their umm, muscle cells?

And what about us?
Ah.We do both :D
All hail!

Utterly nonsensicial musings of a bored bleuh-ger : Four dementions.

1.I don't feel like writing anything.At all.Its like I just can't say anything, and I have nothing to talk about and when I finally mumble out something, I make a fool of myself by saying some stupid unrelated stuff.Like this friend of mine said,"Hey!" And I go,"Europa's covered with ice, not mice!" Oh wait.DH is out in four days.Probably that.

2.Now there's this girl in my tuition [yeah, I finally succumbed to them! :P].She spells sets as s-t-a-t-a-s-t-i-c-s.And writes A={a,e,i,o,u} or A={x:x is a vowels in the shy alphabets}.And I'm not being stuck up when I notice this, I was just amazed at level of stupidity which is part of tenth-pass.Mr Ashok Ganguly, are you listening? [Of course you aren't.I'm saying that for effect] THIS is what simplifying papers gets.NOT widespread literacy.Widespread moronity.

3.I mean Ashok Ganuly, the CBSE chairman, not Ashok Ganguly, in the Namesake.

4.I have been blogging [well.in and out] for exactly one year and two days.

18th:English debate.Get zany march-past-uniform-turned-uniform-meant-to-showcase-authority from Aditi.Miss classes.

19th:Hindi debate:Rinse,lather,repeat.

20th:Interschool dramatics.Hmm.Get on duty and/or evade classroom and watch people make a fool of themselves.

21st:DEATHLY HALLOWS! :D

22nd:Re-red Shadow Lines.Memorise [try to][maybe] discussion-speech :|

23rd: Discussion.Watch as people watch me make a fool of myself.

Lost and found

Darkness.
A stifling silence
Envelops the night.
It deafens.



A lone star
Shining through the clouds
Hope beckons.



But the night has but begun
And fear,
Fear crawls stealthily,
Moving its wily feet swiftly.
Silhouetted against the cinder black:
Grasping me.
Tearing me from within.



Then
A voice beckons,
Golden.
It streams through the darkness-
Embracing it,
Destroying it;
And then, in an unmistakable murmur,
It says,


'This blog is not dead.'






Mwahahaha.

Dear Mr. Bal Thackerey,

I wish to express my complete support to the Shiv Sena's protests against Richard uncle snogging Shilpa aunty.I mean, what does uncle think he was doing, kissing her in full public view and all.Tch tch.What will Sharma uncle tell Pappu when he asks what Richard uncle was doing?

"Haw betaa, yeh kya dekh rahe ho? Quick quick, change the channel.Aah, this is better.Now lets watch this educational documentary on Khajuraho...."

Yes Sir, definitely, it is a commendable effort on your part.Imagine, telling your child that Richard uncle was actually *horror of horrors* kissing poor Shilpa aunty? Yeah, committing the same atrocious sin that Pappu's mummy commits everyday when she kisses him good night? Tauba tauba.

And anyway, these things should be banned.Imagine, how can anyone do what they [those inconsequential creatures that they are] think is alright, if someone as great as your almighty highness thinks it to be wrong?!?!

Uncle's "attack on our cultural ethos" toh you protested Sir, but what really amazes me is that you still haven't come out demanding for my arrest yet.Or maybe Prerna hasn't really talked to yet.That would be strange, considering how she's already told everyone within Hindi speaking limits about my despicable escapades. Anyhow,Sir, I would like to voluntarily offer myself for arrest, since I have performed the banal sin of making my d's as curvy and intricate as possible, and I happen to have a really good friend called Disha, so isn't it obvious that I am so completely in lurve with her? I mean, what could be more blatantly obvious?!

I am very sorry for going against our culture and showing such corrupt mentality, and almost nil morality.I hope you will fittingly rebuke me.

Sigh.I am really sorry to have gone against you Sir, but as Prerna tells me, I have to bear the brunt of my horrendous actions.I hope you will take strict action against me [but please, don't burn my life size effigies, because my gigantic size might make it difficult for you to make them life size.]

With deep apologies, and profound respect,

A very shameless blogger.

Utterly nonsensicial musings of a bored bleuh-ger : Three ain't a crowd

So I'm bored and this is gonna be utterly nonsensical.Ah.Here goes nothing.

1.
25th April,2007 A.D.

Carmel Convent v/s Red Roses Public School [no typos there :P]
Set one : 22-25
Set two : 16-25

Gah.So we lost.No surprises there.But this?!




Yes, millord, in addition to being battered, bruised, and shouted upon, I beg the jury to see that my client was also blinded by a super sonic projectile smacking her face and was therefore, incapable to see what she was doing.And hence, she does not need to be shouted at the very next day, and be made to take extra rounds of the sports field.And therefore, is completely at liberty to sue the school for mental agony and physical torture, not to mention child exploitation.


Over ruled??
OVER RULED?!?!
Wha-?!WHY?!?



2.

And this is the discovery of the week.
Know why Tata-Sky sells like hot cakes Converse high-tops?
Instead of having a child lock on channels like most other stuff, they have.....*cough* a Parental Lock!
I dunno if that is an inadvertent error or a sly marketing ploy, but ha.
*mirthless laughter*
They sure know who's boss.


3.

[UNMBB without HP? In your dreams, missy.]

Would you name your kid Narcissa? I mean, what sort of a parent [even a pure blood fanatic] would want their child to be self obsessed? And come to think of it, Narcissa Black isn't even that narcissistic if you see - the woman was more concerned about saving Draco's skin, than thinking about what the repercussions would be if Snape chinese whispered to Voldy.


And unrelated fodder for thought :

JKR: "There is a character who does manage, in desperate circumstances, to do magic quite late in life, but that is very rare..."

On her website, "there IS a significant - even crucial - answer" to the following question: How and why did Dumbledore have James' invisibility cloak?"

4.

Bored, so bored...
Bored bored bored bored
I'm so bored....



Oh c'mmon, you can always Take [P]Lite.......:P

A Tale Of Two...

Today I went for two birthday bashes.

At the 18year old's party I had a Sprite.
At the 10year old's party I had a Breezer.

At the 18year old's party, we pretended we were freak dancing, and had a laugh about it.
At the 10year old's party, the kids freak danced, and I tried to laugh at it, but couldn't.

At the 18year old's party, the Deejay played I wanna love you.
At the 10year old's party, the Deejay played I wanna fuck you.

At the 18year old's party, everyone wore normal clothes.
At the 10year old's party, everyone wore clothes that would've caused the I&B Ministry to ban the channel that showed them on grounds of not being in "good taste or decency".


And if you think I mixed up the ages,




I got a return gift at the 10 year old's birthday.

Physucks

It just ain't fair.
The Commerce people get to watch movies 'cause their teachers aren't there.
The Humanities people get to loiter around the whole school 'cause their teachers are there but don't teach.
And what do WE get?

[we includes me,right now.Hopefully, I'll be able to switch to Comm by tomorrow]

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, we get to slog it out with weirdly accented Chem teachers [an-aye-YAWNZZZ] and double Physics periods.Oh, and an English teacher who's taken it as her life's mission to complete half our book [called.....Hornbill *snorts*] before Summer hols.

Wait.
Did I say Physics?
Phy-sicks?
Tch tch.
Phy-sucks.

Especially with apparently-Oxford-educated US.
One and a quarter hours of Units and Measurements and ta-daaaa:

The Physuckian-braino Theory
-couresty Vasudha W. and Nikita N.


The mass of the brain at a specific time = B , where B is expressed in kg which is a BASE unit.

Time = t , where t is expressed in seconds which is also a BASE unit.

Mass of brain before Physucks = B₁
[NOTE: B₁ >1]

Mass of brain after Physucks = B₂

Duration of Physucks period = t

According to the PBT,
1.B₂ is a constant, equal to zero.
2.For anyone in 11B:
Rate of depletion of brain = [B₂ - B₁]/t
= kg/ s ,which is a DERIVED unit.

IMP:
Rate for 11b-ians is always negative.This shows that the mass of brain decreases with an increase in the time spent in the Physucks class.

3.For apparently-Oxford-educated-US
Rate of action on brain [B₂ - B₁]/t is always positive.
This can be explained due to the fact that mass of brain in US is close to zero at the beginning of the class.Due to the presence of a higher concentration of brain mass in the people sitting in class, namely Nik Nangia, among others, some mass diffuses into US's brain.Therefore, by the end of the class,
B₂ > zero.
Which means,
[B₂ - B₁]/t is more than zero.

*

Oh, and Nangia wanted to add a corollary, in case we get to share the [Ig] Nobel:

For calculating rate of depletion of Vasudha's brain:
B is ≥ zero.
However, for all practical purposes B_vasudha = 0.

.............................

Utterly nonsensical musings of a bored bleuh-ger : Two for joy

Ahh...now this feels like home. Presenting UNMBB , with all its randomness, yet again :


1.
Finally returned to school after three months, and the only thing I've realised it that three months away from school doesn't quite make the bimbettes sane[like anything could].But anyway, first day of school, Computer Science.The CS teacher, obviously used to the lack of normal people in CS by now, tries to get out of teaching us, and drones about what we're gonna be covering this year.
"So, apart from the history of computing, we shall also be studying programming..."
-pauses, because a specimen of the aforesaid species has raised her hand.
"Yes?"
"But ma'am, uh uh uh, I thought we would make programs in class XI....?"

Sigh.I should've told her that apart from programs, we'd also be making itineraries.Something tells me she would've believed me.


2.
The Deathly Hallows' cover's been released.Now, this definitely ain't my favourite cover yet, but, I dunno if you people have noticed, there's this thing which looks uncomfortably like an elf [Dobby?Winky?Kreacher?!?!] grasping Harry's shoulder and waving this sword which looks a lot Godric Gryffindor's sword. JKR's already said they're gonna be two deaths in DH.However much I'd like to disbelieve it, the cover looks *shivers* frighteningly ominous.

[More later in the Deathly Hallows post]

Oh.OH.OH!!!!
Anyone heard the rumours?
DUMBLEDORE'S RETURNING AS AN INFERIUS!!!


3.
Contrary to her describing herself as an uh...something Martian, recent reports state what Disha actually looks like.
Don't believe me?
Read this
Disha Pandey was in the News!



4.
And.
Bangladesh is my new favourite cricket team.

And the best part? Its all our own fault.If we hadn't been hell bent on Partition [we being pre1947 Indians] [and okay, the Muslim League and Hindu Mahasabha were the ones hell bent, but ultimately everyone agreed to it.So,whatever.] then, Pakistan, India and Bangladesh would have had a common cricket team.So, India and Pakistan would still be in the WC; Sachin would still have endorsements and would hit sixes, if only, in ads;and maybe, only maybe, I wouldn't think Shoaib Akhtar was that ugly.


5.
I think insanity's come a-visiting.

*

And incidentally....

Final Result for Award of Scholorship
under
National Talent Search Scheme 2006
and
National Talent Promotion Scheme 2006

Regret ! You are not selected for award of scholorship .

Regret! I was not chosen!?!?!
Sigh.
Darn man.The schol"o"rship was all I lived for.
Curse CBSE!
Curse NCERT!

........and she went to back to her humdrum life again.

Rust in Peace.

Swotted.Swore.
Learnt.Forgot.
Laughed.Cried.
Tried to read Why Children Fail.
Trying to finish it before the results come out.Need the excuses.
But then, oh well.Who cares.

THEY'RE OVER!!!

As Sh-aheli said, "If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
Or was it Alec Smart?
Or.........well.Don't care.Don't need to know no more.Yay.
Life's good.

The Slam Book Tag

FULL NAME:
Vasudha W.Or Vasudha M. W, if you so prefer.

NICKNAME(s) :
The complete list for once.
Vasu.
Vaasu.
Vasu-sudha.
Vasusudha.
Boshundhara.[Umm.I ain't Bengali, if you're wondering.]
Mandy.
Madhubala.[& I hate you back.]
Mb.
Mikey.[Ah.Still tolerable]
Yuvi.[Not this one, no.]
Gadhera Wadhera[Thanks a bunch, shall-we]
Kid.
Vsdhaaaaaaa[Leave first syllable, exaggerate the second]

HOMETOWN:
New Delhi

BORN:
12th of August, '91.

CURRENT RESIDENCE:
My study table.Boards.Boohoo.

CROUTONS OR BACON BITS:
Croutons.Me veggie.

FAVORITE SALAD DRESSING:
None.I like my salad without dressing.Hmm....that sounds like saying I like salad nude.Uh...whatever.Rather not think about it.

DO YOU DRINK?:
Yeah.Five litres a day.Good for the skin.You're talking about water, aren't you?

SHAMPOO & CONDITIONER OR JUST CONDITIONER:
People use JUST CONDITIONER?? No siree, I go the whole hog, if you please.Shampoo, conditioner, serum.

HAVE YOU EVER GONE SKINNY DIPPING:
Okay, I'm chorofying Nitya's answer.
I don't have any skin. Just fat.

DO YOU MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE:
Who, me? No way.I just returned from a tiny cave in the Himalaya after learning pranayam from Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri Sri-o-maniac.

FAVORITE COLORS:
Black.Silver.Neon blue.White.Azure.The green color of leaves with dew drops on them.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CONVICTED OF A CRIME:
Well.Depends on your definition of crime.The principal once caught me with dirty shoes.[NOTE:That does not imply I had dirty shoes just once.I just means I was caught once.] Now, we have canvas shoes as part of the uniform.My sentence? I had to wash those shoes right there and wear them like that the rest of the day.Sigh.
But then, that didn't deter me from not wearing dirty shoes.Hah.Its tough to bog down the unbogdownable.

ONE PILLOW OR TWO:
One.Or none.

PETS:
Well.A bunch of Homo Sapiens.

FAVORITE TYPES OF MUSIC:
Ah.Not my favourite question.I keep on having these bouts of obsession with different genres.Right now, I'm in my I-love-Pakistani-rock-mode.Immensely satisfying.And also responsible for the recent spurt in my Hindi marks.

DREAM CAR:
An S-class Merc convertible.Mind you, that's dream car.

TYPE OF CAR YOU DRIVE NOW:
Two wheel, central drive.Oiled brakes.Taped radio.
My old bike.Oh.Bicycle-vaala bike.Which has being lying redundant since four years.

WHAT TYPE OF CAR WAS YOUR FIRST CAR:
Working, to say the least.At least it was when I came back from the hospital after being born.[This sounds weird.I came back....after being born.Jeez.]Lucky me.When my mum and dad got married, and were coming back post-wedding, the car broke down, and my dad had to get down, in all his wedding finery and push it ahead.Hmm.Must've been a weird sight.

TOOTHPASTE:
Pepsodent. Forced by my dentist.Easy for him.He's being paid to promote the brand.How'd he know how it feels brushing with a sickly sweet toothpaste?

FAVORITE FOOD:
Edible stuff.Usually.

DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS:
Yeah.Most of the time.

FAVORITE TOWN TO CHILL IN:
Yellowknife, Canada.Mean monthly temp. -29.9C.
Yellowknife.Interesting name.

FAVORITE ICE CREAM:
HCF at Nirula's.Sumtiliciously yum.

FAVORITE SOFT DRINK:
Hydrogen Dioxide.

FAVORITE TYPE OF FAMILY GAME tO PLAY:
Scrabble.Or Monopoly.

WHAT IS YOUR BAD TIME of DAY:
Afternoons.

FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR:
Last day of the exams.

ADIDAS, NIKE, OR REEBOK:
Adidas for sneakers.Reebok for hoodies.Nike for nuffin'

FAVORITE PERFUME OR COLOGNE:
Anything not sugary or woody, I like more of fresh, cool scents.

FAVORITE WEBSITE:
Mugglenet, Shurtugal (mostly empty though) , anywhere my overactive mouse pointer takes me.

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL:
Surprise, surprise.Hindi.Just when I'm seven days away from my last ever Hindi exam.Least fav subjects? English, English, English, English, Biology, Chemistry,Geometry,Civics,Geography.

FAVORITE MOVIE YOU HAVE SEEN RECENTLY OR FAVORITE TYPE OF MOVIE: Recently?That's a laugh.I don't remember the last movie I saw.Oh, wait.Dhoom 2.Abhishek Bachchan looked about as fit as me.

LEAST FAVORITE SUBJECT:
Look above

FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC
DRINK :
Considering my expertise in alcoholic drinks extends to Breezers, Wine Coolers and a teeny weeny sip of white wine[all had illegally.I can't legally drink for 10 more years] ,I'd say Blueberry Breezers.

FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH: Soccer.Or Tennis.

MOST HUMILIATING MOMENT:Not most, but definitely the most recent one.Last week, at my cousin's wedding, my mum wanted a coke.Coca-cola, that'd be, case you were wondering.So anyhow, I strode forward and instead of going to the non alcoholic counter, I went to the alcoholic counter.Totally unaware, I asked for a Coke.
And this guy goes like, "Normal?"
So me, obviously answered,"Yeah.Obviously!!".
And the guy went all red and answered,"Uh.I meant without the ice.".
----->.<---- CRAZIEST OR SILLIEST PERSON YOU KNOW: Me. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN THE OPPOSITE SEX: Literacy, first.And other stuff. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU: Ahh....Nitya.Its kinda tough to say something nice about some one I hated with a vengeance once and was hated back with the same passion.Hehe.Nah....we're pretty amicable now.Nitya's nice 'cause............. she isn't ever afraid to ever to do her own thing.She says what she means and means what she says. PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO, WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND: I haven't "sent" this to anyone yet.Let's see.I shall send this to.....Dish, Aanchal, Prerna,and anyone else who wants to do this, go ahead.Not copyrighted/lefted/centered in any way.