My head's kinda full of weird stuff right now.
For one thing the pain in my legs refuses to go. I have done nothing to deserve this. Okay, well maybe something, but nothing that said you can't walk from Takshila to home. Though I also have other explanations for it.
Second comes my play. Planning to do a Moulin Rouge this time around. Can't imagine Rao and Sachar dancing, can almost hear Ubhe going creaky. Turns out others have their apprehensions, don't blame them. We've got brains, but not all talent here.
So we settled on a story about that Raju Rajasthani phone call Rao got. We're about to make a blockbuster people, West End will envy us.
Then comes the badgering notion that I may well marry Hugh Jackman one of these days. Or Owen Wilson, whichever you please. Despite the fact that they're both a little older than my mother, and 'somebody's in the global scenario, while I've happily turned 18 years of age, and am a 'somebody' in a 9 story tall building. It doesn't matter you see, 'love' sees no boundaries. Blame 'Kate and Leopold'.
I also firmly believe that this Valentine's Day, like all Valentine's days, will be different. Only this time, I know for certain it will. I'm attending a friend's wedding. Where's my romantic time gonna come yaar?!
My best friend's girlfriend irks me. And I can't tell him that!
My other best friend sleeps all day long, or is at college. I haven't seen her in a month.
Talking of 'not seeing' two things come to my mind.
1. I have 'not seen/heard/spotted' my other best friend, Exfatriate, in 2 months, and that too after I'd given him the ultimatum that if he doesn't call me every 4 days, he's no longer on my favorite people's list (now THAT I made up on-the-spot, to scare him, which obviously did not have its desired effect). So Exfat, down you go.
2. To Saxxxy Rakhi- I am 'NOT seeing/dating' Ankle-man. For reason I can't seem to be too happy with. Maybe it's the 'da-' thing, you know.
My tooth with the bog cavity right in the front, incisor, I think, has been repaired, and the root canal treatment starts well, this coming Wednesday.
My classmates, who have a knack for coining new terms, have come up with these, in the past few months:
1. Newses- as in the plural of 'news'.
2. Spokersman- '"The party is in excellent form", said Blah-blah-butthead, the 'spokersman' of the BJP'
3. 'Guys and girls, question my answer'
Make whatever sense you want to. The third's becoming quite a phrase with the class these days, though I doubt how many actually mean it as a joke, and don't believe a term like that exists.
Sanil and gang did a skit where they used my photo for a scene, an enlarged version of one of my disp pics, they gave it to me!
I got the big pic I always wanted!
That's all I can remember now, ciao.
Showing posts with label february. Show all posts
Showing posts with label february. Show all posts
Stupid,really stupid Cupid, and the Agony Maushi.
Are you the type who melts at the sight of cupids with suspended arrows on their pinky little bows? The one who yearn for the heart shaped boxes filled with Hershey’s ‘Hugs and Kisses’? Or whose girlfriend gives a tiny little kisshy n the tip if you nose for getting her flowers? Or may be the girlfriend of a guy who dare NOT forget the reason the flowery month of February seems to exist?
If you are, stop reading here.
Gandmasti ?
Ok fine read ahead.
I hate February. Reason minor: it’s NOT supposed 2 be 9.4°C when you’ve shoved away your sweaters.
Reason major:like every other month, this one’s got a 14th.
Think February think Valentine’s Day.
LOOOuuuuuVVVVEEE stories. New couples. ‘Ooooh he asked me OUUUUUTT’!!
So what? Alright, sour grapes to an extent. But for those of you who do have something to do on this day other than study for your boards, pray tell me, how has this one day been different than all those times you and your significant other have been coochie-cooing? Just because everyone else’s been doing the same too? Lame.
Peoples of the mighty homo sapiens sapiens race- Wakey wakey!!! It’s commercialisation. In-your-face. And true to our media-centred thinking, we fall for it. We (actually you, I’ve satisfactorily stayed away from the mush) spend a lot more on the one person we go ho-hum about than is reasonable. Okay, so every man to his own pocket. But why?
Because Archies/Hallmark/Expressions tells us that it’s the day some St.Valentine made immortal for spreading ‘loouuuv’. Spread loouuuv to the people who need it, not some one who’s alreay been around you grabbing all your attention all year long. Seriously, how d’you people develop the stamina to fuss over you lovey dove with more vigour? Do you, like, keep away from it for the rest of the year and ‘toot-padofy’ on the sacred day or something? Then again, ramblings of a non-experienced love-lorn journo, you may say. But from my point of you, we’re better off without VD than with it.
But I ask you, is it worth the hype? Isnt all that cheeku-meeku,my-shweety-pie thingy done all year long anyway? And if a guy does want to ask you out, or considering gender equality is grabbing balcony tickets everywhere, if the girl’s making the first move, wouldn’t he/she have done it sometime when he/she really thought he/she could cope with the burden of having your photo as the wallpaper of his/her phone? Or was he/she not sure enough whether it IS you who he/she fantasize about, and not that look-alike best friend of yours? Insult!!
Why the 14th of February? The S**v S**a in Maharashtra is already doing its bit to stop love from spreading, but who’d want to get kicked big-time in their a*s when Agony Maushi (me, stupid) is so patiently advising you to apply brakes before you fasten the seatbelt?
The card companies have NO intention of spreading that ickle bit of loouuuv in the world. You see, money is their best friend too, and they are so conveniently taking najaayaz faayda of your jawaani deewani and hypersensitive hormones to make money ki kya bolu.
My point, being in love is no crime, but shouldn’t you be expressing yourself throughout the year instead of waiting like a pakka chindhi for this one day so that you can get over with the pampering? Or am I getting the whole point wrong?
If you are, stop reading here.
Gandmasti ?
Ok fine read ahead.
I hate February. Reason minor: it’s NOT supposed 2 be 9.4°C when you’ve shoved away your sweaters.
Reason major:like every other month, this one’s got a 14th.
Think February think Valentine’s Day.
LOOOuuuuuVVVVEEE stories. New couples. ‘Ooooh he asked me OUUUUUTT’!!
So what? Alright, sour grapes to an extent. But for those of you who do have something to do on this day other than study for your boards, pray tell me, how has this one day been different than all those times you and your significant other have been coochie-cooing? Just because everyone else’s been doing the same too? Lame.
Peoples of the mighty homo sapiens sapiens race- Wakey wakey!!! It’s commercialisation. In-your-face. And true to our media-centred thinking, we fall for it. We (actually you, I’ve satisfactorily stayed away from the mush) spend a lot more on the one person we go ho-hum about than is reasonable. Okay, so every man to his own pocket. But why?
Because Archies/Hallmark/Expressions tells us that it’s the day some St.Valentine made immortal for spreading ‘loouuuv’. Spread loouuuv to the people who need it, not some one who’s alreay been around you grabbing all your attention all year long. Seriously, how d’you people develop the stamina to fuss over you lovey dove with more vigour? Do you, like, keep away from it for the rest of the year and ‘toot-padofy’ on the sacred day or something? Then again, ramblings of a non-experienced love-lorn journo, you may say. But from my point of you, we’re better off without VD than with it.
But I ask you, is it worth the hype? Isnt all that cheeku-meeku,my-shweety-pie thingy done all year long anyway? And if a guy does want to ask you out, or considering gender equality is grabbing balcony tickets everywhere, if the girl’s making the first move, wouldn’t he/she have done it sometime when he/she really thought he/she could cope with the burden of having your photo as the wallpaper of his/her phone? Or was he/she not sure enough whether it IS you who he/she fantasize about, and not that look-alike best friend of yours? Insult!!
Why the 14th of February? The S**v S**a in Maharashtra is already doing its bit to stop love from spreading, but who’d want to get kicked big-time in their a*s when Agony Maushi (me, stupid) is so patiently advising you to apply brakes before you fasten the seatbelt?
The card companies have NO intention of spreading that ickle bit of loouuuv in the world. You see, money is their best friend too, and they are so conveniently taking najaayaz faayda of your jawaani deewani and hypersensitive hormones to make money ki kya bolu.
My point, being in love is no crime, but shouldn’t you be expressing yourself throughout the year instead of waiting like a pakka chindhi for this one day so that you can get over with the pampering? Or am I getting the whole point wrong?
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