No really...i am watching an exact transcript of will smith's hitch (which was brilliant), only in hindi....
they call it partner.....
it loses a lot in translation....
lost in translation and melodrama and songs....
even the walkie-talkie thing is redone.
lord (if you're up there) please help indian scriptwriters get THEIR OWN IDEAS.
thank you.
Saturday, 29 September 2007
More of the life-updates
The back is worse than ever, maybe because i forgot to take physics journal out of bag today.....bag also had in it chem journal, observation book, and lab coat. ou-ou-ouuuuuuch shitty shit does the back ever hurt......
aaaah lab coat. this lab coat was spotlessly pure white when i was in 9th.....back when we didn't have much lab work. lab accidents were many.......
There was the great iodine accident (where i ended up contaminating a whole beaker of starch with a little bit of iodine) and the blue spill (spilt methylene blue dye on the table, my socks, uniform, and a teacher's sari. The labcoat i'd borrowed for that day was unbuttoned, thus remained spotless) in bio lab......then last year, after i made my decision to take arts, i lent my labcoat to kay, who'd lost hers.
Then when my arts decision was crushed and i went off to science after all, i took back the lab coat.
i didn't have to use it till august, when i opened it up for the first time to find two huge brown stains on it......acid burns, i was told. i was soon to add to this menagerie of stains with my own share of recent accidents, all during salt analysis.....
salt analysis sessions : 5
spills : 1 large size, colour-green, source- CuCl2 solution which i was analysing.
accidents : 2 test tubes, broken while cooling after heating. H2SO4 involved in both cases.
i attribute it only to my excessive hyperactivity and the state of frenzied excitement i attain in chem lab. knowing me, it ain't surprising.
aaaah lab coat. this lab coat was spotlessly pure white when i was in 9th.....back when we didn't have much lab work. lab accidents were many.......
There was the great iodine accident (where i ended up contaminating a whole beaker of starch with a little bit of iodine) and the blue spill (spilt methylene blue dye on the table, my socks, uniform, and a teacher's sari. The labcoat i'd borrowed for that day was unbuttoned, thus remained spotless) in bio lab......then last year, after i made my decision to take arts, i lent my labcoat to kay, who'd lost hers.
Then when my arts decision was crushed and i went off to science after all, i took back the lab coat.
i didn't have to use it till august, when i opened it up for the first time to find two huge brown stains on it......acid burns, i was told. i was soon to add to this menagerie of stains with my own share of recent accidents, all during salt analysis.....
salt analysis sessions : 5
spills : 1 large size, colour-green, source- CuCl2 solution which i was analysing.
accidents : 2 test tubes, broken while cooling after heating. H2SO4 involved in both cases.
i attribute it only to my excessive hyperactivity and the state of frenzied excitement i attain in chem lab. knowing me, it ain't surprising.
Thursday, 27 September 2007
Back?
Yea, my back hurts too...
This is another one of those timepass posts that i hate doing but feel the need to do.
I have somehow managed to rise above the leftover depression from yesterday, day before, last week etc.
Maybe this new sumg-contented mood will last....
maybe it'll collapse again on saturday......
Who knows-who cares??
hmmm
On the good side, i got my phone back, after spending two hours at fono trying to figure out what was wrong with his phone. Yes, my darling little moto-liablity is back, i have to say it was oddly liberating without it for a week, now its back to dependance.
A Suitable boy is nearly finished. The God Delusion has been abandoned for a while, i must take it up again soon.
I'm trying to upload a pic here but as usual it takes an age and a half.
grumbl-grumbl.
And i am so so lethargic, i must start hi-jump next week, even then there's no friggin way i'll clear 160 cm (i do 134 now) befor january.
So optimistic.
Orkut ain't helping, i get virtually no replies from ppl i've scrapped...
the Phone ain't helping, for much the same reason.
Neither is my cat, she took advantage of our quality time alone to sneak into the bathroom (and get locked in with me) and walk on the wet floor as i was having my bath.......and then after i got out of there, she took even more advantage of me being alone.....to savagely attack me for no visible reason.
I actually think it was because i was standing on her favourite carpet.
She just came and licked my leg in apology.
Still, maheen, that doesn't wipe out those long scratches you left on my shin. I'm used to it (my last cat used to give me a daily dose of those) but they sting, you know?
I shall abandon this post and the picture and go and live my life. Goodbye all.
This is another one of those timepass posts that i hate doing but feel the need to do.
I have somehow managed to rise above the leftover depression from yesterday, day before, last week etc.
Maybe this new sumg-contented mood will last....
maybe it'll collapse again on saturday......
Who knows-who cares??
hmmm
On the good side, i got my phone back, after spending two hours at fono trying to figure out what was wrong with his phone. Yes, my darling little moto-liablity is back, i have to say it was oddly liberating without it for a week, now its back to dependance.
A Suitable boy is nearly finished. The God Delusion has been abandoned for a while, i must take it up again soon.
I'm trying to upload a pic here but as usual it takes an age and a half.
grumbl-grumbl.
And i am so so lethargic, i must start hi-jump next week, even then there's no friggin way i'll clear 160 cm (i do 134 now) befor january.
So optimistic.
Orkut ain't helping, i get virtually no replies from ppl i've scrapped...
the Phone ain't helping, for much the same reason.
Neither is my cat, she took advantage of our quality time alone to sneak into the bathroom (and get locked in with me) and walk on the wet floor as i was having my bath.......and then after i got out of there, she took even more advantage of me being alone.....to savagely attack me for no visible reason.
I actually think it was because i was standing on her favourite carpet.
She just came and licked my leg in apology.
Still, maheen, that doesn't wipe out those long scratches you left on my shin. I'm used to it (my last cat used to give me a daily dose of those) but they sting, you know?
I shall abandon this post and the picture and go and live my life. Goodbye all.
Tuesday, 25 September 2007
So-called Sexiest game (by Tantra)
I meant cricket.....go to a tantra t-shirt store if you don't know what the heading's about......
It's so astounding that this one rather confusing game captures the attention of whole country....so amazing how all of India's hopes and dreams ride on the swing of the bat and the fight of the ball...
It's also pretty weird that I can't tell between a no-ball and a dot ball, and I thought Robin Uthappa was a kind of dosa. No, really!
I'm not addicted to cricket and i don't think i'll ever be, but yesterday's match was very enjoyable, especially seeing how we watched it during tuitions. Books were abandoned, all thoughts of physics flew out of our heads, and we were all crowded around Ms Chitra's widescreen tv.
A rather excitable bunch, we were, cheering at sixers, groaning at wickets taken, groaning even more when they replayed the wicket takes, and jumping in joy at that last lucky catch. And of course it was such an issue of prestige seeing as it was an India-Pakistan match, and India just CANNOT lose to them, pur-lease no....
And at the time of writing this (as opposed to posting this) our Maths class has been abandoned in favour of a discussion about the turning points of yesterdays match. Its....not surprising, but more perplexing, how everyone pays so much attenetion to detail, how Nazir got run ouy, How Uthappa dropped a catch after it hit his injured finger, how so-and-so dropped a catch at the boundary.....
Perplexing? Maybe. I can't think of a word to describe it.
On my part yesterday, I was drawn into the game watching the expert fielders on the Pakistan team and the sheer speed of the ball (i was looking at the bottom of the screen, at the stats) and the power with which the ball hit the stumps, sending them spinning off into the distance.....
Entrancing, but not addictive.
It's so astounding that this one rather confusing game captures the attention of whole country....so amazing how all of India's hopes and dreams ride on the swing of the bat and the fight of the ball...
It's also pretty weird that I can't tell between a no-ball and a dot ball, and I thought Robin Uthappa was a kind of dosa. No, really!
I'm not addicted to cricket and i don't think i'll ever be, but yesterday's match was very enjoyable, especially seeing how we watched it during tuitions. Books were abandoned, all thoughts of physics flew out of our heads, and we were all crowded around Ms Chitra's widescreen tv.
A rather excitable bunch, we were, cheering at sixers, groaning at wickets taken, groaning even more when they replayed the wicket takes, and jumping in joy at that last lucky catch. And of course it was such an issue of prestige seeing as it was an India-Pakistan match, and India just CANNOT lose to them, pur-lease no....
And at the time of writing this (as opposed to posting this) our Maths class has been abandoned in favour of a discussion about the turning points of yesterdays match. Its....not surprising, but more perplexing, how everyone pays so much attenetion to detail, how Nazir got run ouy, How Uthappa dropped a catch after it hit his injured finger, how so-and-so dropped a catch at the boundary.....
Perplexing? Maybe. I can't think of a word to describe it.
On my part yesterday, I was drawn into the game watching the expert fielders on the Pakistan team and the sheer speed of the ball (i was looking at the bottom of the screen, at the stats) and the power with which the ball hit the stumps, sending them spinning off into the distance.....
Entrancing, but not addictive.
Thursday, 20 September 2007
Aerodynamics in the trash
It's so easy to compare....
compare the broad mindedness of my physics teacher, with my math teacher, who made us throw our physics project in the trash.
Granted, our physics project was a bunch of paper rockets, but still.
It is a valid project, on aerodynamics. The physics sir liked it. I loved it. (my brainchild) But what the math dude saw in our carefully designed gliders was not an aerodynamical miracle.....a beautiful mould where every cut and fold changed the manner of flight.....
no, what he saw was a stupid distraction to a class which he wasn't even teaching.
And the unfairness of it all was that I wasn't even flying it, just figuring it out.
When, in a fit of fury, he ordered the destruction of the planes before a silent class (pretty much everyone was making planes), I loudly informed him that they were a part of our physics project. Which they were.
Now, how dare a member of the [wrongly called] weaker sex speak out thus?
'Why was the physics project being done in the maths period?' Goddammit man, you weren't even teaching!
'Left over from last period's physics', I said.
'still.....' he then went on to say how we were not allowed to be in possession of the planes, let alone fly them, and anyone found with one of them would be 'caught' (hahaha....i hate when teachers use such language.....caught, it seems)
He should have nipped this menace in the bud last week, but he didn't, and now see? even the maak girls at the front were making planes......
He grumbled for a bit and then let us be.
Persinally i think he was just a teense pissed off because none of us volunteered to do a mths project.
Hmf.....narrow mindedness.
compare the broad mindedness of my physics teacher, with my math teacher, who made us throw our physics project in the trash.
Granted, our physics project was a bunch of paper rockets, but still.
It is a valid project, on aerodynamics. The physics sir liked it. I loved it. (my brainchild) But what the math dude saw in our carefully designed gliders was not an aerodynamical miracle.....a beautiful mould where every cut and fold changed the manner of flight.....
no, what he saw was a stupid distraction to a class which he wasn't even teaching.
And the unfairness of it all was that I wasn't even flying it, just figuring it out.
When, in a fit of fury, he ordered the destruction of the planes before a silent class (pretty much everyone was making planes), I loudly informed him that they were a part of our physics project. Which they were.
Now, how dare a member of the [wrongly called] weaker sex speak out thus?
'Why was the physics project being done in the maths period?' Goddammit man, you weren't even teaching!
'Left over from last period's physics', I said.
'still.....' he then went on to say how we were not allowed to be in possession of the planes, let alone fly them, and anyone found with one of them would be 'caught' (hahaha....i hate when teachers use such language.....caught, it seems)
He should have nipped this menace in the bud last week, but he didn't, and now see? even the maak girls at the front were making planes......
He grumbled for a bit and then let us be.
Persinally i think he was just a teense pissed off because none of us volunteered to do a mths project.
Hmf.....narrow mindedness.
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
The Princess and the Street Cat?
It's very unfair, i tell you.....
Very unfair that in my third-floor flat, a semi-fat (and growing fatter) beautiful semi-persian (well her mom was part persian, her dad was a stray).....CAT is allowed to loaf around, sleep to her heart's content and eat a lot of whiskas cat food, in short, live in relative cat luxury, while downstairs at the foot of my building, a tiny bag-of-bones kitten must starve because the shawarma man doesn't give her any leftovers to eat...
She was sitting on a cracked plastic chair when i saw her yesterday....i'd seen her before, with a sibling....stroked her, and then went off home.....and as i turned to look back at her i saw the very moving picture of two kittens playing with a backdrop of several cars moving in a line past my building....
My mom and i have been visiting her to give her some cat food since then...she is so small...and so very weak....she was sitting near my building when i got back from school today....and she went meeeeeeew and meeeeeeeew and meeeeeeeeeeew and i explained i had nothing to give her today and petted her some more....
It IS unfair....and the sad part is i can do nothing....
Why don't we have a Feline Friends branch here? It's an organization in Dubai (which is 4 hours drive and a whole different country away from Muscat) which houses and cares for stray cats. Muscat is ridden with more strays like this one.....someone please help.....
Do not worry, nameless cat, you'll find someone, something....
i agree this has been a rather sad post....at least for animal lovers.
but everythime i look at that kitten who is so small, but still so sweet, and i come home to Maheen (afore-mentioned part-persian spoilt feline), i feel guilty.
It's akin to how i feel when i see slums in Mumbai.
Very unfair that in my third-floor flat, a semi-fat (and growing fatter) beautiful semi-persian (well her mom was part persian, her dad was a stray).....CAT is allowed to loaf around, sleep to her heart's content and eat a lot of whiskas cat food, in short, live in relative cat luxury, while downstairs at the foot of my building, a tiny bag-of-bones kitten must starve because the shawarma man doesn't give her any leftovers to eat...
She was sitting on a cracked plastic chair when i saw her yesterday....i'd seen her before, with a sibling....stroked her, and then went off home.....and as i turned to look back at her i saw the very moving picture of two kittens playing with a backdrop of several cars moving in a line past my building....
My mom and i have been visiting her to give her some cat food since then...she is so small...and so very weak....she was sitting near my building when i got back from school today....and she went meeeeeeew and meeeeeeeew and meeeeeeeeeeew and i explained i had nothing to give her today and petted her some more....
It IS unfair....and the sad part is i can do nothing....
Why don't we have a Feline Friends branch here? It's an organization in Dubai (which is 4 hours drive and a whole different country away from Muscat) which houses and cares for stray cats. Muscat is ridden with more strays like this one.....someone please help.....
Do not worry, nameless cat, you'll find someone, something....
i agree this has been a rather sad post....at least for animal lovers.
but everythime i look at that kitten who is so small, but still so sweet, and i come home to Maheen (afore-mentioned part-persian spoilt feline), i feel guilty.
It's akin to how i feel when i see slums in Mumbai.
Tuesday, 18 September 2007
Untitled and unwritten
Since i last posted, the most eventful thing about my life has been the lack of events in it....
hmm....
my thighs have suddenly decided to hurt a lot, they feel very tired, although i get little to no excercise these days apart from dance class (this must change soon)
On the upshot, i caught the random guy staring at me during a school team (athletes) meeting.....
well, i think he was starting at me....or in my general direction at any rate....
haha.
what was he doing there anyway? he's not school team....
On yet another upshot, i finally found math tuitions. they start today. at 4. it is now 3:30. Is this telling you anything?
Oh, hey, i totally forgot to crib about last week's (saturday, actually) salt analysis in chem lab....which went so bad that i have to do it again next week.....yea, it was pretty irritating, seeing as i had to do the same test thrice with absolutely no results.....
Man, there are soooooooo many things i can crib about......
For example, how my music is so boring, how i need new songs etc....
how my pics don't upload etc....
how my legs hurt etc....
how i, unlike veda, can't think of funny and sarky things to write.....
but i won't.
Instead, I move on to greener pastures and better blogs to read and math tuts to attend....
oh, i finally got a suitable boy!!
the book. A Suitable Boy.
what did you think?
hmm....
my thighs have suddenly decided to hurt a lot, they feel very tired, although i get little to no excercise these days apart from dance class (this must change soon)
On the upshot, i caught the random guy staring at me during a school team (athletes) meeting.....
well, i think he was starting at me....or in my general direction at any rate....
haha.
what was he doing there anyway? he's not school team....
On yet another upshot, i finally found math tuitions. they start today. at 4. it is now 3:30. Is this telling you anything?
Oh, hey, i totally forgot to crib about last week's (saturday, actually) salt analysis in chem lab....which went so bad that i have to do it again next week.....yea, it was pretty irritating, seeing as i had to do the same test thrice with absolutely no results.....
Man, there are soooooooo many things i can crib about......
For example, how my music is so boring, how i need new songs etc....
how my pics don't upload etc....
how my legs hurt etc....
how i, unlike veda, can't think of funny and sarky things to write.....
but i won't.
Instead, I move on to greener pastures and better blogs to read and math tuts to attend....
oh, i finally got a suitable boy!!
the book. A Suitable Boy.
what did you think?
Friday, 14 September 2007
Bitchiness of life.
I'm sick of it all.....
Sick of the feeling in my head that i can't name.....
Sick of the "cannot find server" messages and downloads that take 2 hours to happen....
Sick of the so-called friends who backstab (if that's what they're doing.....i had a whole thing written about this one, but since a. i don't backstab, b. i'm not that angry anymore, i shall not post it.)
Sick of the sickness.....
Sick of the dismal mark i'm getting.....sick of not wanting to study...
Sick of being what i am and sick of being unchangeable....
Dyammit.....
Sick of the feeling in my head that i can't name.....
Sick of the "cannot find server" messages and downloads that take 2 hours to happen....
Sick of the so-called friends who backstab (if that's what they're doing.....i had a whole thing written about this one, but since a. i don't backstab, b. i'm not that angry anymore, i shall not post it.)
Sick of the sickness.....
Sick of the dismal mark i'm getting.....sick of not wanting to study...
Sick of being what i am and sick of being unchangeable....
Dyammit.....
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
All good, but why the gender divide?
our school, i tell you...
something called cultural evening is held annually for class 11 n 12....supposed to be great fun...
it was yesterday...
it kinda was fun, but needed improvement.
firstly, why the huge gender divide? why must we girls it demurely at the front and be boring while the guys get to party at the back? why, when we stand up and cheer, holler, dance on chairs, must we be told to sit down? apparently it didn't happen last year....do you not trust us, dammit?
Next.....please, PLEASE get better a/c in the hall......need i say more?
aah...then there were the dancers who had to stop and start again, twice, because the sound system quit on them, and everyone was howling n hooting like we are wont to do....
poor girls....they must have been so pissed and embarassed....
and then after we got out of the hall it was fun.....wwe all bought pizzas and did mega photo sessions.....resulting in? nothing, actually, but there are quite a lot of photos with someone balancing a pepsi can on my head....
why me, lord, why me?
and the one where i get kicked....
still, it was fun.
now is back to life....
something called cultural evening is held annually for class 11 n 12....supposed to be great fun...
it was yesterday...
it kinda was fun, but needed improvement.
firstly, why the huge gender divide? why must we girls it demurely at the front and be boring while the guys get to party at the back? why, when we stand up and cheer, holler, dance on chairs, must we be told to sit down? apparently it didn't happen last year....do you not trust us, dammit?
Next.....please, PLEASE get better a/c in the hall......need i say more?
aah...then there were the dancers who had to stop and start again, twice, because the sound system quit on them, and everyone was howling n hooting like we are wont to do....
poor girls....they must have been so pissed and embarassed....
and then after we got out of the hall it was fun.....wwe all bought pizzas and did mega photo sessions.....resulting in? nothing, actually, but there are quite a lot of photos with someone balancing a pepsi can on my head....
why me, lord, why me?
and the one where i get kicked....
still, it was fun.
now is back to life....
Saturday, 8 September 2007
This post is unnamed, since i do not know what to call it.
Yea, getting back to the point.....nothing really momentuous happened yesterday except for this interschool student fest thingy at our school, jhankaar, they called it....
I enjoyed myself....was on duty, taking photos, basically spent a quarter of the night staring at the guy...(why? why?) and the rest of it, maniacally dancing around the hall, watching groups dance, taking photos, getting hit on by a guy two years younger than me......can't blame him really, everyone thinks i'm two years younger than i actually am....
Screaming my heart out, then literally vibrating with the sound in the hall (the bands had their amps on THAT loud), meeting a bunch of friends from other schools, fending off those guys who wanted my number (seriously people, what is WRONG with you?!) and finally plonked myself into a chair next to an aquaintance, got drunk and depressed without drinking (well, it felt like i was drunk) and poured out half the secrets of my soul (even the one about D) to him (again, why? why?) and got advice (some, he hasn't finished) on how to be more attractive to guys and how no, i'm not an outcaste, i'm a gem among girls.....(thank you, that's the sweetest thing any guy's ever said to me....)
ah well....ended up very tired and very hyped, as always.
I enjoyed myself....was on duty, taking photos, basically spent a quarter of the night staring at the guy...(why? why?) and the rest of it, maniacally dancing around the hall, watching groups dance, taking photos, getting hit on by a guy two years younger than me......can't blame him really, everyone thinks i'm two years younger than i actually am....
Screaming my heart out, then literally vibrating with the sound in the hall (the bands had their amps on THAT loud), meeting a bunch of friends from other schools, fending off those guys who wanted my number (seriously people, what is WRONG with you?!) and finally plonked myself into a chair next to an aquaintance, got drunk and depressed without drinking (well, it felt like i was drunk) and poured out half the secrets of my soul (even the one about D) to him (again, why? why?) and got advice (some, he hasn't finished) on how to be more attractive to guys and how no, i'm not an outcaste, i'm a gem among girls.....(thank you, that's the sweetest thing any guy's ever said to me....)
ah well....ended up very tired and very hyped, as always.
Thursday, 6 September 2007
Various Vishes....er....Wishes.
I wish....
Yea, i wish a lot....
but certain wishes i wish more than others...
Know what i mean?
'Kay.
So i wish.
1. I wish I was happier. Much happier. Ecstatically happy. Because, funnily, whatever happens to me, i just ain't happy! I should fall in love.....yea, that'd DEPRESS me. Ulta khopdi, thats moi.
2. I wish people would reply to text messages i send them.Especially YOU.You who doesn't read my blog and doesn't know that i have one, and the You who knows i have a blog, just doesn't read it. and everyone else too. Hello PEOPLE I WOULD LIKE TO TALK TO YOU< THAT WHY I MSG! Now please, please reply!
3. I wish someone -anyone!- would tell me they loved me.....and mean it....
4. I wish.......I wish people.....yeah, you too, especially YOU....didn't think i was so annoying.....do you?
5. Oh what the hell....there's a picture in my mind.....it would be nice if it became a reality.
6. It would also be nice if crappy mega-companies didn't keep leasing whole {swear word} buildings so that there is an artificial shortage.
Damn....what people do for money.
7. Yea, there's a few thoughts and wishful thinking comcerning various YOUs.....but i prefer to keep that confidential.
thank you for listening.
this is a waste of post, i know.
but whatever.
Yea, i wish a lot....
but certain wishes i wish more than others...
Know what i mean?
'Kay.
So i wish.
1. I wish I was happier. Much happier. Ecstatically happy. Because, funnily, whatever happens to me, i just ain't happy! I should fall in love.....yea, that'd DEPRESS me. Ulta khopdi, thats moi.
2. I wish people would reply to text messages i send them.Especially YOU.You who doesn't read my blog and doesn't know that i have one, and the You who knows i have a blog, just doesn't read it. and everyone else too. Hello PEOPLE I WOULD LIKE TO TALK TO YOU< THAT WHY I MSG! Now please, please reply!
3. I wish someone -anyone!- would tell me they loved me.....and mean it....
4. I wish.......I wish people.....yeah, you too, especially YOU....didn't think i was so annoying.....do you?
5. Oh what the hell....there's a picture in my mind.....it would be nice if it became a reality.
6. It would also be nice if crappy mega-companies didn't keep leasing whole {swear word} buildings so that there is an artificial shortage.
Damn....what people do for money.
7. Yea, there's a few thoughts and wishful thinking comcerning various YOUs.....but i prefer to keep that confidential.
thank you for listening.
this is a waste of post, i know.
but whatever.
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