Chandni Chowk

Helloji, and namaste from NRV Travels [Pvt.] Ltd [Committed to service of traveler always] We are the best travel-bhraman guide service in Delhi, sirji. For non Hindi speaking traveler, we have non Hindi speaking guide [Nik], for culture-crazy traveler, we have singing-dancing-stripping guide [Rad], and for intelligent, sane and normal traveler, we have intelligent, sane and normal guide [Miss V]

Today, sirji, we are in Chandni Chowk, showing rich, diverse traditions of India. First, we are getting off from Chandni Chowk Metro Station. Look left. See the beautiful, golden piece heralding our architectural great? The lovely-feeling inducing arcs? Ah, yes. McDonald's. And now just behind that, you will see the Red Fort, also called Lal Qila. If you get up on time and Doordarshan is your preferred mode of entertainment, then this is the place from where the PM gives his speech on Independence Day every year.

Its great to know that such an awe inspiring monument is part of our cultural heritage. Like you're the co-owner, even if you own only a 1/1,000,000,000th of the place. Gives you this confident stride, and makes you saunter proudly though the security check.

"Arre, madam! Ticket kaha hai?"

Uh oh?

So..uh..uh... yeah! You see, its not a good idea to go without tickets. We only tried so we could report accurately, ji. Hamein toh pata tha.

Once andar, Miss V says to skip the memorabilia shops [in manner of hoity toity serious explorer on frugal budget who cares not for material pleasures] Radhika says, "Achha saamaan hai, par Janpath par yahi sab aadhe daam main milta hai." Nik says she doesn't understand what Radhika said.

Don't take any of those fake tout guides, who'll ask for 200 rupees to tell you a broken history of the place in broken Inglis. Just call us, ji. We are committed to service of traveler. We will show you the Diwan-e-Aam, Lahore Gate, Mussaman Burj and the shallow waterways in the midst of all the imperial apartments, that used to have Yamuna water flowing through them, presumably to soak in your feet after a hard day's work of meeting the aam junta. We also show you the best place to take a Khwaja Mere Khwaja photo too. We are best, no?

Now if your pet [stomach, not dog] says gud-gud, let us go to Parathewali Gali. We take you to no running mill place, we will take you to Pt. Gaya Prasad Shiv Charan Parathewala. All celebrities like Jawaharlal Nehru, Indira Gandhi, Akshay Kumar and the three of us have eaten here. It also won the best parathewale place award at HT's Eating Out Awards 2007. Here, you have to have the Hari Mirch paratha, if only to see if you would survive in Fear Factor. Come with big appetite though. Nik and I had one paratha each. The guy serving us looked shocked and asked if had not liked the food. Ah well. I would have loved to have more parathas, but ji, I have delicate stomach, so..

After this, we take you shopping. Rad will show chamki shops in Kinari Bazaar, where you can get sequins, stones, jewelled patches, and feather boas. Or you can buy pretty chamki sarees for Minakshi ke bhatije ki behen ki shaadi. Saste main kaam bhi ho jayega.

But what if you're an uncle and don't like wearing sarees? Not to worry sirji, we will take you to Dariba Kalan. While bhabhiji buys silver jewelery, why don't you get an IIFA award made for yourself? Sabki seva karte hai hum. We are committed to service of traveler.

Aww, Pappu toh reh gaya. No problem Pappu beta, engineer banana hai na? We'll take you to Nayi Sarak, where you can get all Pradeep, Modern, Primitive, sab. But Pappu is all rounder, no? Books bhi, looks bhi. And if you study all day, ainak toh lagegi hi. Ballimaran chalo! The best goggles and glasses in town, even Pappu's girlfriend [shh!] will approve!

Ab poora parivaar is sukhi parivaar, so let's make Bhagwaan happy too. Sisganj Gurudwara is our last stop for th day. As you eat kada prashad and feel blessed, we will make sure your shoes are kept safe. And when you are chaatoing the last daanas from your palms, we will not even laugh. We will only smile, and drop you at the Metro Station, and as the doors of the Metro close, we will say ta-ta. For we, Sirji, are committed to service of traveler.

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?

Voices

"Can I have one earphone?"
"Yeah, sure."
"OYE! What is this?!"
"Afterglow. INXS."
"It is so slow... I thought you were a rap person. You look like a rap person. Orrr.. Hip Hop!"
"Um, no. Not rap. Not hip hop either."
"So you listen to Jagjit Singh then?"

"What do you keep on studying, ego and all? How to prove you're the best?"
"Vaidu, its called ECO."

"Yeah, so there was a question in my set that said - Where should a consumer go if dissatisfied with the District Consumer Forum? So I was gonna write National Forum, but I thought,'Vasu gets State Level certificates before National Level ones, and I wrote State Consumer Forum. Guess what, it was right!"

"Kabbadiwaaleyaaaaah, paper, paper. Raddi, puraane darwaaze, kursiyaan de. Purane bartan, pankhen de. Purane fridge, computer, laptop de.."

[watching a 6 year old and a 9 year old tumbling over each other, fighting.]
"I wish I was a kid again."
"Why? So that you could physically assault someone and get away without charges?"

"Oh, shut up. I watch Roadies as a case study in interpersonal sociological dynamics."

Rain on the green grass, rain on the tree; And rain on the housetop, but not on me.

You know Delhiites love the rain when they leave their houses prepared for impromptu showers, but not impromptu leaks.

I, Chor

Tired, bored and inspirationless. Oh, and a blatant plagiarist.Shamelessly chorofied from Ish's blog :

1. Put your iPod (or other source of music) on shuffle mode.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

[All Himes songs stealthily deleted. Shh. :D]

If someone says ‘Is this okay?’, you say?”
Have A Nice Day - Bon Jovi

"Is this okay?"
"Have a nice day"
"Horn okay please"
"ILU ka matlab I Love You"

Aw, deja vu. :P

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“What would best describe your personality?”
Everybody's Fool - Evanescence

Wow, you're fast. Didn't we just begin?

-

“What do you like in a guy/girl?”
All The Small Things - Blink 182

I'm observant. :D

-

“How do you feel today?”
Dhoom Dhadaka - Kailash Kher

Yes, I'm very likely to just go whoosh! and explode soon.

-

“What is your life’s purpose?”
New Friend Request - Gym Class Heroes

Add me on Facebook! NOW! Quickie!
I'm not that desperate, am I? >_<

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“What is your motto?”
Clocks - Coldplay

I go tick-tock the whole day.
When its 8:10 I raise my arms to do a Hrithik Roshan from Khwaja Mere Khwaja.
And at 5:30 I stand shiftily resembling someone who needs to go to the loo but can't find one.Slick.

-

“What do your friends think of you?”
Raba - Mekaal Hasan Band

Woohoo, I'm God? :D

-

“What do you think of your parents?”
Hey Bhagwan - Raghu Dixit

Yep, my parents are holy incarnates. I bow down low before thy majesty, m'lords.
Really. Whatever gave you the idea I look at them and say,"Hey Bhagwan"? :P

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“What do you think about very often?”
Soch - Call

We-ell. *shrugs* At least it implies I think. :P

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“What is 2+2?”
The Number Of The Beast - Iron Maiden

2+2 = 666
Finally, someone who beats my Math skills!

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“What do you think of your best friend?”
She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5.

You bet she[they?] will. :)

-

“What do you think of the person you like?”
Black Magic Woman - Santana

Ooh, gypsy. :D

-

“What is your life story?”
Gudugudiya Sedi Nodo - Raghu Dixit

My life's story doesn't make any sense to me either. :P

-

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Basket Case - Green Day

Good, so at least my preparation is in the right direction.

-

“What do you think when you see the person you like?”
Everything Is Average Nowadays - Kaiser Chiefs

Tsk, tsk. My standards are falling? :P

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“What do your parents think of you?”
Praarthna - Euphoria

Yeah, they pray for forgiveness for the torture they inflicted upon ye all. :P

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“What will you dance to at your wedding?”
A Bad Dream- Keane

LOL. I'm a nightmare. *cherubic smile*

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“What will they play at your funeral?”
Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade.

*

Through it all,
The rise and fall,
The bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know

We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on

And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.

Now I'm scared. O.o

-

“What is your hobby/interest?”
Kesariya Balam - Karsan Sagathiya

Listening to songs with tongue twisting names that make people raise eyebrows when I mention them, check.

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“What is your biggest secret?”
How To Save A Life - The Fray

Mouth to mouth CPR. *grins*

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“What do you think of your friends?”
Morni - Silk Route

My friends bounce around with weird pageant-like feathery attire?

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“What should you post this as?”
Gryffindor Rocks - Harry and the Potters

:o!
Gryffindor's for the itsy bitsy puny ones.
Now Slytherin does. :D

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Time for you, chor. :)

The Idiot's Guide to Hacking Into Your Younger Sister's Windows Account

1. Switch on computer.

2. Click on naive-younger-sister's Windows account icon.

3. Ah, you need to enter the password. Click on password hint.

4. Password hint says "Pass word."

5. Pause.
Ponder.
Think of your sister's favorite telly shows.
Hmm.
Recess, Hannah Montana, Lizzie McGuire, Drake and Josh.

6. Type in p-a-s-s-w-o-r-d and press Enter.

7. Bingo.

*

Power to thin brained simpleton siblings! :D

Yes, a post!

[Alright, so that makes it sound like I think that you think that I think I am overly excited at a new post, right? Well, if you got that, and you think so, then yep, I am!]

So Shruti tagged me, and here goes nothing!
The Rules:

Link to the person that tagged you.

Post the rules on your blog.

Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.

Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.

Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

#1
I like classifying my songs. I have long-car-drives songs [Strings], 12 AM songs [Coldplay], songs for a particularly Ima-do-what-I-want day [Old Bon Jovi stuff, think Dead or Alive, or Blaze of Glory] et al. I actually got up today at 6 [in the morning for a change], got my iPod, arranged my hair in a suitably wild manner, and put on my best rocker on a mission sneer. Then I plugged in the earphones, played You Give Love a Bad Name, and did the whole on-stage routine in front of my bathroom mirror, singing shouting along, until my Mum started banging on the door. It was to beat, so I thought she was probably being appreciative of my performance. Until she barged in and said she'd thwack me hard if I didn't quit it. Sigh. I shall remain an undiscovered musical genius.

[And yes, digression shall live as long as I am alive.]

#2
I hate typing out things. I can never think of things to say when I'm typing. Most of my posts are first written out at night, proof read, typed out, and posted. Give me a black pen [Black is important] and a notebook, and I'll fill it up and return it within the hour. Talk to me online, and you'll be waiting for fifteen minutes to get a reply from me. My lack of conversational skills online are second only to my complete uselessness on the phone.

#3
I can happily spend an entire hour doing nothing but listening to music and reading.
In the bathroom.

#4
I hate stepping on the edges of tiles. I like to walk one foot bang in the middle of one tile, next foot on the opposite adjacent tile on top when I'm walking on tiled floors. Stepping on the lines is a cardinal sin.

#5
I don't know if this is weird, but no one else I know admits to it. I really like going to school. Okay, so it is weird. But I don't know, I like the place. I've never taken leave unless I could help it, or if I have, it was only so I didn't get the nerdy looking 100% certificate. Maybe its something to do with the fact that the school magazine has articles titled "The Ultimate Guide To Handle Post Break-up Blues." Go, freedom of creative expression! :D

#6
I think this tag is an oxymoronish tag. How can I write six non important things about myself? If its about me, its important! :D
More important stuff then, because I think the blog is looking quite dreary, and well, I feel like putting up some snaps. There, no more justification required.
[In case you're wondering, I also suffer from having an incredibly bloated up self image, though I sometimes swing to self deprecating too]

I like photography, or whatever little I can do of it with my ancient 3.2 megapixel camera.


Enough fodder for a day, I guess. And I tag :

Abhilasha
Bharat
Disha
Nik
Radhika
You! :D

Clothes maketh the woman, and irketh the parents

Yesterday was one of my Damn-I-Care Dress Days. Damn-I-Care Dress Days usually involve one or more of the following : neon coloured hair extensions, ties, copious amounts of kohl, fishnet ankle socks, fingerless gloves, Tantra tees, and ribbons as laces [I have a thing for clothes, don't I? :P] Yesterday's inspiration for Damn-I-Care Dress Day was Billie Joe Armstrong. Use a simple Permutation and Combination formula [the same P and C things you learnt your teacher taught in class] and you get a fair idea of what I looked like. By some weird twist of fate I have yet to figure out, Damn-I-Care Dress Days coincide with Days People Pretend To Not Know Me. You go figure. :P

So how do I manage to get permission to step out of the house looking like a punk reject? Presenting : The 123 strategy for successfully manipulating parents to agree with your dressing sensibilities!
*pauses for applause*
Ah, thank you, thank you. And you!
*wipes proud tear from eye*

Without further ado:

Step 1:
Choose a suitable, spectacle free time to present yourself.

If your mum is like mine, she's probably busy for most part of the day. Plus she's absent minded, so she's pretty likely to forget where she last kept her specs. Like I say [and she vehemently denies], age catches up. There's your break. Seize the moment. Ask her how you look. Since she won't admit to the failing eyesight, she'll have to make do with a blurry view. Parental egos can be helpful sometimes. So the mother pretends to look intrigued, when inside she is in a state of utter mental turmoil.

YOU - "How do I look, Mum?"

MUM BRAIN IN ACTION - "That get up is sort of weird, isn't it? Stop. Are those even clothes? Note to self : wear lenses permanently. If I say she looks blasphemous, she'll ask her whys and hows. Which, curse those glasses, I can't answer. Pfft. Un-blasphemous is safer."

MUM - "Um, good. Yeah."


Slick.
Easy does it.

*

Step 2:
The Mind Game

What does your average, normal teen love the most? Disagreeing with her parents on most matters. What do your average, normal parents love the most? Disagreeing with their most-unlike-us-when-we-were-sensible-adolescents teen on most matters. How do you tap into this humongous potential source of freedom? Just think of what a goody, goody you from a parallel universe would say. Thought? Now play the reel backwards.

YOU - "Hey, mum. Don't I look absolutely scruffy?"

MUM BRAIN IN ACTION - "Absolutely WHAT?! Isn't that MY dialogue? Oh Ram, Ram. None of the Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi episodes showed Tulsi handling this. What do I do? Dharm Sankat. Breathe in, breathe out. Count to 10. 1..2...3...4.. Beep, beep. One message received. Normal Parental Response says to contradict the little high headed miss. Ha! Take that, o kid of mine! I will NOT agree to what you say! Mwahahaha!

MUM - "Why, not really, no. You look pretty spiffing good!"

YOU - "Haan, matashree. Aapke vichaar sarvochch satya hain."

I'm an agyakaari daughter. :P

*

Step 3:
Tap the You're-My-Idol Advantage

Now that you've gone past base camp, you need to ensure it withstands future outings too. Give an indirect ego boost. Butter up!

YOU - "This brooch looks good, doesn't it? Exactly like the one in your college reunion photograph, no?"

MUM BRAIN AT THOUGHT - "What a pet! She absolutely adores me! And that brooch really does go with those, um, shreds of cloth. Even if it is barely visible under those...whatever they are. At least she thought of wearing it, my perfect little punkster princess! Siiiiiigh."

MUM -" *overcome with emotion* Yes, dear. * gulp* It does."

YOU - *saintly smile*

And there you have it.
Strike three, and OUT! :D

Whaadever Stuff

How do you kill two birds with one stone?
Thwack and thwack?
No.

Thwack.Thwack.
whizz.....BOOM!
Thud.


The PETA monster gets you!
Hahahahahahahahaha!
Stop, now. It isn't funny to writhe and shriek in laughter. Cough, cough.

Okay, shoot, I can't be funny to save my life.
There, count the puns.
One, two, buckle my shoe.

Argh.
The whole point of this post is......um, something.
Yes!
You kill two birds with one stone by going to Adventure Island, then riding the Sidewinder till you're tipsy, and then finishing off the day capturing a heavenly sunset.




There, I'm done now.
Scamper.

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.

And this...

....is called a post!
Mwahahaha.


Sigh.
*yawns*

Light & Dark

May the light of vision,
Conquer the dark,
The glorious ever echoing beams,
Never waver,
And shine through
Your life.


[Not an sms :D]

Happy Diwali!

PS : At the talk I had to give the fifth standard on the Environment Club's Anti-Cracker Campaign.

Me : So why do you burn crackers anyway?

Random fifthie : Because it prevents dengue!

Memefied :)

Tagged by SporadicBlogger :D

List 5 things that you want to say to people but never will. Dont say who they are.

1. Yes, you're right.Its your fault.
2. Your school, so what?
3. I'm the bestest.Okay?Good.
4. Anything on Pizza other than cheese sucks.
5. ----------- [I can never shut up.Even when I should.Gah.]
   

Five Things I’d Love To Do Before I Die

1. Sky dive
2. Make people believe in themselves, and stop acting like inferiors, thinking their opinion doesn't count.
   
3. Colour my hair blue
4. Stand up for a cause, and take it to completion
5. Write something I can really be proud of
6. [Sorry, this list is too long :)] Make an entire seven course meal without setting fire to the kitchen
7. Convince someone to eat the seven course meal

Five Things I Will Not Do Even If It Kills Me

1. Give in to an argument without a nice, long ( and sometimes rational ) counter argument
2. Read my Business Studies out of my own free will
3. Do a Britney Spears and get photographed without me knickers.Ugh.
4. Stick to people because they're labeled cool.
5. Eat sushi.I'm a nice, considerate kid, especially when it comes to fish :)
   

Five Things I Do When I’m Away From The Public

1. Practice my ispheshul dance moves :P
2. Hog on food.Oh, wait.In public too.So what? =)
   
3. Read.The public doesn't let me read. :(
4. Hmmm.
5. Go on, exercise your grey cells. :D
   

Five Fave Sentences/Quotes

1. To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy. [Jesus of Suburbia, Greenday]
2. It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. And finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination. [H2G2]
3. Can you put an a/c on your dining table and get thandi hawa? [My accountancy teacher]
4. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget [Hotel California, Eagles]
   
5. We shall now have a little public speaking in public [English class]
   

Five Things I’ll Make You Wish You Didnt Do, If You Did

1. Rebuff me if I answer your question with 42.
2. Say, "You listen to Pakistani Rock Music?!?! EURGH!!"
3. Order a Veggie Supreme for me at Pizza Hut
4. Interrupt me when I'm proving a point.I shall glare, and ask pointedly if I am allowed to speak with your permission.
5. Ask why I've taken up Commerce if I like Physics, and hate Business Studies and Accounts.
   

Five People To Tag

1. Aanchal
2. Prema
3. Dish
   
4. Anahita
5. Shayeri
6. Nik
7. Wacko
8. Sukam/Aku/Shallwe, if it gets any of them to start a blog :]

My Math skills are pretty non existent.
And I like it that way :)

Me, write? iType.

This is for Prerna, ref: the comment on the last post :)

I write
Strings of words
Multi layered strains
Meaningful chains
Mutilated veins
And abrupt endings.

You know...no,you don't

Open my eyes
To blinding light
To scorching truth
To endless sight

Let me fall
Into the realms of black
Home of soul; nest of dreams
Let the saga then unfold
Let my eyes meet my soul

And then I will see
With quiet content
The vision not
Of what I could be
But of the being
I have become.



[If its any help in understanding it, I have a power of -2.75.Now read it again :P ]

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 :|

Passed.

So I passed my tenth boards. Now I'm officially qualified to become a DTC bus conductor. Two more years before I can become a driver though. Darn.

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.

Addicted.

Hmm.

That just might be me soon.