And the exams are upon us.

My math paper was yet more mental trauma. and now i'm scouring the house looking for my English textbook.

Birthday Blues.

Happy 17th, baby.
At least I'm here and I can somewhat enjoy it. What if I was in Mumbai today?
What if?
I mean it just makes me very angry. Screwed up mentality terrorist. Stupid un-enforced armaments laws.













(the reason I can't completely enjoy it is becxause of my math exam on 29th. In case you wonder what i got for the budday, my parents gave me a box of Godiva. yummy.)

No title will do justice.

Way back when i was in 5th grade, we were all segregated into houses. Red, blue, green and yellow. During one of our PE periods, we were lined up into 4 rows, and the girl in the front of each row was made to pick up a chit, and that's how our houses were chosen.I was sitting close to the back of my line, craning my neck to see our fate. The girl in the front, Amita i think her name was, picked up a chit, opened it, and said "Yellow."We groaned. Even then we knew that yellow always, always came last. it was like a fundamental rule or something. We threw a few gaalis at this girl and then resigned ourselves to our fate. Chalo, might as well do my bit for the house na?In 6th grade, I realised, hey, I could run, and pretty well! So I started running for the house. Got an Individual championship in 7th grade. I turned up at every sports day, but Yellow was always 3rd or 4th at the end. Sigh. Things never changed. When was the last time we'd won anyway? Some time in '93?Cut to this April, suddenly, surprisingly, I was Captain. Fine. This year, things were gonna be different.
It didn't seem like that though. We spectacularly crashed though volleyball and a host of other events in 4th place, and we lost the cricket tourney, which we ALWAYS win. But then something happened, winds changed. We won boys basketball. And football. And drama. And TT. And our usual quiz. And a month ago we were riding high in first place with Blue on a close second.
And then there were two weeks left to Sports Day, the day of judgement, as it were, and march past practice started. Oh what a headache, oh what lack of coordination.....How horrible.....I've spent the last two weeks stressing and screaming and headaching.....Even yesterday I wasn't sure it'd turn out right.......
Today morning, I was a bundle of nerves. Absolute jelly. Reached school in a screaming mess, yelled a bit, got a few hugs to calm myself down. And before we knew it, march past was on us.
I walked in a kind of numbness, I think, as far as I know, I did nothing wrong. I couldn't see the rest of the group.
Ran back to change for a relay, ran it, came third, ran back again to change back for the reassembling af the houses for the final prize distribution.
Individual championships given out....I lost my championship to Disha, thanks to 1500m, she deserved it more than I did anyway....
And the march past trophy.....2nd position, Yellow house, First, the RED house.
We wait.
"The athletics championship............"
yeah green was gonna get this, I'd heard...
"the YELLOW house!!"
whatt?????????
Dropped the flag, ran to the victory stand, laughing......



And the coveted Cock house trophy.....(why do they call it that mann....)
Goes to....
the YELLOW house!!!!!!!!!
Shiitaks!!!
What we worked for.....has finally happened.....we've won......

What followed was a lot of crazyass pictures, the traditional victory run around the field with the flag, manny many cheers, pics, pics, more pics, screaming madness....
I really have to thank everyone man....the whole house has worked so hard this year, we really deserve this.
Thanks Dylan, Irfan and Jerin, My vice-captains, for handling everything so well...(i don't have to thank you, you guys LOVE to bunk, I know,) thanks for staying calm when I was being neurotic.
Thanks Tanya, for doing the whole middle school thing on your own....Big Big Thanks to Mr Varghese and Ms Sita....
Thanks mom.....
Thanks to my march past group (they had to put up with me and my dictatorial yellings)
thanks to whoever, whatever's made this possible.
We've made history.

See anything?

To those who've commented.....
i see no cat. what cat????
what i do see is a cheap calvin klein rip off called oK one. ANd that, to me, is FUNNY.

Kyunki kabhi kabhi TV serials khatam honi chahiye

OR, Kyunki it's over.

Yes, it's over.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi, the longest running Indian TV show, is, as of today, terminated.
Ekta Kapoor has fought hard, but even the court seemed to think 8 years was too much for Indian audiences.
My reaction? I cry. With sheer relief.
Not that i watched it, but for god's sake, 8 years! In 8 years, characters have lived and died and been reincarnated using plastic surgery. Ugh. For 8 years, Indian audiences have suffered. This is their salvation.
But for those who actually LIKED the show, now there's a void. No more KSBKBT. Whatever shall we do? No more Tulsi, no more.....i don't know any other characters. No more glorious joint family story to take us away from the world.Now we have to go worry about our own problems.
Sigh.
We see now, all over India, the stress of PKSS (post kyunki stress syndrome). It seems to primarily affect housewives and other women.
SYmptoms include sobbing, staring blankly at the TV, and remniscing about kyunki. some may believe that the characters actually exist.
Last year, FRIENDS was terminated. The whole world cried at the thought of no more Ross-rachel fights, no more Joey and Phoebe, no more Mondler. Can we make a comparison here?
Absolutely not, because Friends was actually Bloody Good!
So what do the victims of PKSS (post Kunki stress syndrome) do?
They mourn for a while, and would have switched over to Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki. But that's packed up too.
Void.

PS: I'm NOT comparing Friends with saas bahu shit.

Groundbreaking proofs

The usual banter in Math class.
"I'll give you proof that God's a woman", he said.
We lean forward, attentive.
"See, women tend to complicate things, right? Look at the human body. It's composed of things like carbohydrates and amino acids and proteins, so wonderfully complex and all. Only a woman could hav done that. A man, he'd just have made some juice or something. Hence proved."
Thanks, S.

Right. The funny thing is, that kinda makes sense.
Other convos with this friend include "About sexy legs". Might be posted later.

You know Mumbai's in trouble when....

Well, I could be wrong, of course.
And obviously I don't know the full story.
It started with Raj Thakeray's arrest. The backfiring of the whole Marathi Manoos thing.
We were talking about that in school....
Snoopy said it really wasn't fair that people came to the city from GodKnowsWhere and took all our jobs....
I took umbrage and said that if she was talking about Mumbai then she couldn't say that, because it's a multicultural city and almost always has been.
I told Dad about this later, and he said, you know what jobs the biharis and all do? They do the jobs that the Marathi Manoos is too proud to take.
We speak about the betterment of the Marathis, but in the end, we;re one country, we have constitutional freedom to move and work wherever we want within India. Does it matter where?
We know we're in trouble when Marathis act like total racist snobs refuse to even pay Bihari cab drivers their honest fares, and pass snide comments.
We're in trouble when Mumbaikars classify themselves into 'native' and 'outsider'.

The new addition..................

.....is a small black kitten with blue eyes. Rather cranky. Now i have three.




but for some reason i feel just a leeeeeetle bit bad about this one.

PS. for the love of GOD, let me never again hear a BOY saying "pwetty please?"