Tag teen aka We're Back After The Break!

Tagged by Bharat. Title credits go the same way.

5 things found in your bag

• Camera, Phone, iPod.
• Money, food passes etc.
• Dairy, pens in assorted colours [on last count : black, fluorescent orange and fuschia], and a book.
• Old movie tickets, restaurant bills, wrappers etc. [I'm too lazy to clean up. Sue me.]
• Random things stuffed in by other people who're too lazy and selfish to carry a bag, and dump their Physics notebooks into mine. Hmph. Listening, are you?
  

5 favourite things in your room

• My model Seaplane - iMade! ^.^
• My hula hoops - Er, yes. I own two. And what's more, I can hula hoop. Beat that, loser!
• The mini veranda that's technically not in my room, but is still the best place to sit and read. Its even got place to keep a champagne glass [that's filled with Sprite.] =P
• My freshly painted book shelves with more school books than others. My books number 50+. School books? Lets not get there... *shudders*
• The side windows that help in spying on my neighbour! =P
  

5 things you are currently into

• Monochromes
• Nameless channel no. 3 on my cable network that has inadvertently hilarious Uttaranchali Lok Sangeet music videos. =P
  
• Photography. Black and whites.
• Huge messes.
  
• Tags! What else? :D
  

5 things you have always wanted to do

• Go to jail.
• Flunk an exam. [Monday. Math. Bubble might burst.]
  
• Take a year off for just backpacking. [Note to self : Might have to take ten years off before that for just earning enough to be able to do that.]
• Sound pseudo literary.
  
• Be able to write heartfelt, expressive wishes that sound genuine, and not lamely corny, and show how much I care. Since that doesn't look very likely, in the near future, guess you'll just have to do with a simple happy birthday then, Nik. Have a blast. Flabbergast Stanford! =P

Issued In Public Interest

Aloe Vera Facewash is not particularly tasty.



Singing while washing your face is not particularly a good idea either.

Tag ek

Last movie seen in a theatre:

Khuda Ke Liye. Waaay back in April. Great movie, btw.

Going for Aamir tomorrow, maybe. :D

What book are you reading?:

Airman by Eoin Colfer.

Favourite board game:

Scrabble, Monopoly, TWISTER!

Favourite magazine:

Griha Shobha. Fantastic fashion spreads, oh yeah. And gorgeous, drool worthy mehendi tattoos. Mmm.

Favourite smells:

Freshly baked cake. Rajnigandha. Nyaazboz leaves rubbed between palms. Raat ki Raani. Mogra.

Favourite sound:

The gurgle and subsequent charging of sudden rain showers.

Worst feeling in the world:

Hopelessness. Giving up.

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?:

Why didn't the alarm ring?!

Favourite fast food place:

Er. Subway? =P

Future child’s name:

Slartibartfast, god bless him/her.

Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…” :

Barter it for a lot of time. *sigh*

Do you drive fast?

Drive people mad fast, very fast.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Yeah, its a life size teddy bear with a red satin bow around his neck. He's called Chocofudge. Nirula's Chocofudge. Because he's chocolate brown like the HCF, and the red ribbon is symbolic of the red cherry on top of it. Red for love. He loves me. I love him.

Bless you if you believed that.

Do you eat the stems on broccoli?

I hate broccoli. I like vegetables. Just don’t like eating them.

Storms - Cool or Scary?

Cool. Love being drenched and jumping into puddles. ^_^

If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?

I've already tried copper, red and purple, separately of course. And non permanent. I'd say electric blue next. Block highlights. :D

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:

Delhi.

Favourite sports to watch:

Tennis, Kirkut, and sometimes, football.

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:

Dish: V. empathetic.

Kika: Gets the sarcasm just right, everytime

Lasha: Meri boss? :P

What’s under your bed?

The actual Vasudha, bound and gagged. I'm Polyjuice Potion generated.

Would you like to be born as yourself again?

Sure.

Morning person or night owl?

Morning person and night owl, in shifts.

Over easy or sunny side up?

I don’t like omlettes much, really. I veggie.

Favourite place to relax:

Anyplace where I can walk.

Favourite ice cream flavour:

Chocolate chip. Belgian Dark Chocolate, if its gelato. :D

You pass this tag to –

Next bored person in queue. I be bored. I be boring you. Spread the bore. Mwahaha!
*yawn*

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."

Introducing Bo

Meet Bo, the omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent pseudo God, half Satan.

Bhow, bhow,
Oh my God, its Bo!
You only reap what you sow
You have hairy palms, no?
We shall go - play with Play Doh
Hona hai jo, hone do.
Listen to the crow crow
The Indian Space Research Organisation is called ISRO
You rise when its dark
The heavens break apart
And quote to thee,
Lucifer's child, the ant clark
[Six, six six! The number of the Beast!]
Prepared is thy zoic feast
Thy arrows :
Will through bone marrow
And call to blithe mortals in a low baritone
'Minions, Armageddon nears
Look to the heavens, fear oh fear'
Bo, neo Zeus
Aam, seb, ganna juice
Das rupay, paanch rupay, teen rupay glass
Aao piyo, bahut hai khaas
A glass of sang-froid stands prepared
Vlad [the Impaler] hath not better fared
Slitting the throats of a thousand kind
Slaying more monsters than you can find
Woe betide thee oh Earth and Sea
O Bo, please set us free.

[Yes, I'm back.
Will reply to comments tomorrow though, I'm awfully sorry and awfully tired too. ]

[And the *cough* exquisite poetry is courtesy the us :


l-r, that's Nik, me and Rad. In case you're planning to sue for mental harassment, just er.. forget this. You're hallucinating. Really. :|]

There's a hole in my world..

& a window next to my seat
A portkey to beyond,
& a speck of green;
A gold peep though bleak black,
Vistas cradled by arcs;
& my looking glass
That makes English classes bearable.
Whew.
:|


I be back.
Soon.
:)

PS : If you care, all photographs changed. Go on, make me happy. Scroll down :D

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?

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

I'm observant. :D

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

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

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“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.

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

Woohoo, I'm God? :D

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“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. :)

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

Ooh, gypsy. :D

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

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

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“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.

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“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

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“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. :)

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

Winters

Golden streams cascading down
My eyes bow low before who
Lulling me softly to a world beyond
The rich amber an intoxicating dream

Early morning tingles
A shiver upon my brow
Cold marble beneath my feet
A lazy ether locked tightly in a jar

Hot soup and Parmesan sprinkles
Guised alien woolen quadruplets
Long hot water baths
Extra large Fries

Human puffballs
Five-minute-more naps
Five-rupee-coffee breaks
Five-AM dark skies
Five-PM fiery hues

Rediscovering winter-y songs
Deja vu
Losing yourself
Peek-a-boo with life
Thought treks
Oddities and oddness
Contentment.

Business Studies

Ever wondered how much happier a place the world would be if jeans' manufacturers tagged their jeans two sizes too small?



I've been studying. Yeah, right.

Procrastination

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[Till my final exams only :)]

Composite Demand

In my Economics class :

Q. Name a commodity possessing composite demand.

Ans. A Colgate 360 toothbrush with a tongue cleaner at the back.





Well, I did get the concept right.
*smiles gingerly*

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.

And this...

....is called a post!
Mwahahaha.


Sigh.
*yawns*

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...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 ]