Full Circle

With this, my blog has travelled a full circle from where I started. I started......in a fit of sheer boredom the day after my 10th board exams. I'd wanted to get out of the house, my friends had wanted to sleep. I needed somewhere to vent. So I started this place. Didn't know what I was getting into.
Ever since then, this blog has been like....a platform, an escape. I've vented here about countless exams, friends, love, and stuff that irritates. I've tried to actually write, to be funny. I've put up photos and a bit of artwork. I've made friends. Quite good ones. And, as you'll see if you've been jobless enough to read this right from the beginning, I've kind of grown as a writer...and a person. I'm pretty sure I feel less like a stupid kid than I did back then.
My life has practically turned around ever since I started writing here. Back in 11th, I was depressed because my friends had moved away...back in 11E we nudged into a mishmash gang of sorts, but we weren't really that close until 12th. We were the proverbial backbenchers who loved physics, struggled through chem, sailed through math and slept through English. (our teacher was soporific. Most classes sleep in class when they're bored, when we were bored in English we did the assignments.) Sneh, Sriya, S, Anki, RoshKesh, Snoopy, TT and me. We were the original "8 of us, you know, our gang" at the beginning of the year. Since then, this has expanded to include the Kashmiri, Jo, Jan and Vagi. Friends indeed.
The last year of school. I was captain. And I can truly say it was a year I'll never forget. Stressful, yes, very. But I still enjoyed every moment and I don't think I'll ever regret anything I've done these past two years.
Till now, yes, it's been predicted. I stayed here and did science and gave my 12th boards. From here, who knows? The circle has been drawn, now my life will go off on a tangent.... I think my destiny will lead me to Bombay.....I just have a very good feeling about that place, and I know that living there will change me forever and actually give me that sense of responsibility and independence, and help me be who i really want to be.
Till then...I have a lot of stuff swirling in my head, it's all gonna pour out here.
So cheers to me! Long life ahead and all that.... Love you all.
-Myst.

And so the End Begins

With a hall. Yeha, they held the exam in the hall this time, the same hall where we've sat (slept) through countless assemblies, the same hall where, just two weeks ago, we were all bejewelled and sari clad to celebrate our grand exit from ISM.
Lemme tell you, it was goddamned irritating.....
First, you freeze by the time three hours are up. Second, my seat's almost right in front. Literally front and center. Sighhhh.
The paper, well, it wasn't as easy as I'd hoped for, but it was quite good. And oh my GAAWWWWD it is such a relief to get chem over with!!
Forever!!!!!
Now it's physics on friday, which I'm pretty much ok with. So after a 'short nap' it's back to the books for me.
Sigh.


No chem.
Ever.
Again.


wow.

Farewell to a new beginning??

"That doesn't make sense!" S said as he looked up from my farewell invitation card during board-prac-week. "I mean, what the hell??"
No, we told him, it's like, Farewell *cheers* to a new beginning!! Like a toast.
Aah.

After two-or-more-weeks of roaming around with the Farewell on the brain, it was finally here. Yay and all that. Saris were draped, hair was combed, fingers were crossed, I even went very out of character and bought blue eyeliner! And we just prayed that the 11th graders would give us a better farewell than what we gave our seniors.

So I get to school to find that out of our girl-gang, only Snoopy's turned up, looking all 80's style diva fab in a black sheer sari with big hair. Then I find Vagi (short for Vagina, that's my nickname for her, how it started is another -entirely clean- story*) in pale blue chiffon, and she's actually listened to us and let her hair down. And Jan, in pink. With a haircut. After the usual eye-sweep pver the crowd, who's wearing what, etc, we made our way into the hall and found our seats. Sneh etc finally turn up and we proceed to enjoy the great show the 11ths put on for us.
There were the usual songs, dances, and a special dance by two of the council guys to an 'emotional song'....tu cheez badi hai mast mast.....which has us, well, me, rolling in laughter.
We were uncharacteristically effervescent, excited, obviously, at being together again after so long......Basically we went mad, cracking bad jokes, passing comments, screaming our throats out.....

I didn't tear up. I didn't get nostalgic. I didn't get all emo. And now, I really wonder why. I mean, I've been in the same school for 12 years, and it's made me who I am now.......I guess it hasn't really sunk in yet...

Then the school awards........pretty cool, really, Snoopy won Miss Genius, I won Miss talented, so all happy-happy.
Unfortunately the pic they flashed on screen for the nominations, that was the passport photo i took two years ago. Where I looked like a guy. Not even androgynous. Shit. I got a lot of ribbing about that.

All too soon, it was over and it was picture time, clickclick!!!
And then we split, sneh snoopy anki subin went bowling, I went to the Farewell after-party woth Jan, Vagi, S and Rak.
And then when we get there I found out that two of the girls I went with are suddenly part of a couple. And plan to spend the night cozying up the the other half of their respective couples. And Jan wasn't in a dancy mood. And I was.
So I danced. Under the neon lights (which made anyone wearing bright colours look like a traffic signal) and the psychedelic-y posters, I danced. I danced alone, then I danced with the girls from 12 A, I danced with RK, and then when my feet hurt, I watched the couples on the floor, not bothering with the music or the beat, just happy to be with each other. Got a bit lonely (so what's new...), went and sat with Jan, had a little heart to heart about her situation and all, laughed at the glo-in-the-dark-couple (Vagi was wearing white, so was the other.) then did the wise thing and spent credit international messaging a friend in Bombay. Who was mercifully awake at that time. Thanks luv, you made my night. Well, a quarter of it anyway.
And then I danced again, alone, with my eyes closed, clowing, fluorescent, letting the music and the lights wash over me, I danced like no one was watching.

And now it's all over. Now there is truly nothing left for me this year. Except for those pesky exams. And the study study.
So as usual I say, My presence here will be erratic.

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* the Vagina story, you say? well, she addresses me as 'Bum', so one day I went one step further and nicknamed her Vagina. So now she's my Vagina. See, even my vagina has a vagina!
ok that was a little too much.

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.

WOot. Yet again, I woot.
Possibly the best (or the worst, depends on how you see it) way to prepare for the SAT is to go for a rock concert.
And so, four months after the idea was concieved, we present Fulfilling Dreams, featuring.........

PARIKRAMA!!!

Woot. So yeah, I was volunteer, so i got there REAL early, early enough to watch (and hear, obv) the band do sound checks...

And of course, plaster myself against the ginormous speakers, spread-eagled, and the drums boomed in my heart and my veins....
The music.....it's alive.....

I went off into the mosh pit, which was actually pathetically empty in the beginning, sat around as we waited for the comperes to finish and to introduce........PARIKRAMA!!!

Imagine....
A press of bodies, hands upraised, animal screams...
the sound, it lives, it moves...
the mosh pit throbs...
Best place ever, right against the stage, thump with the bass, the beats in your head, your heart, your soul....it's gonna getcha...
Guitars scream with pleasure as loving fingers by no means gentle tickle them, caress them, hit all the right spots till the instrument moans and finally reaches a beautiful screaming orgasmic peak....
And we out there live the climax.

They started with a fun Rhythm n Blues...which was good, and then they announced Iron Maiden's greatest....
And with the opening chords of Fear of the Dark the crowd went wild.
Right in the front, the crowd pulsates....I clambered onto the shoulders of the unfortunate D.M (thanks buddy....Anyway, i was the first to do that, i actually wanted to crowd-surf but looked like that wasn't happening......some press photographer out there has a photo of an elevated Myst goin wild, I suspect) and started my not-so-good version of headbanging, while trying hard to maintain balance....I swear it felt like I was riding an elephant....
The crowd continued to go ballistic, heads bouncing, sweat dripping, hair flying, all the way through Purple Haze, But it Rained and Another Brick in the Wall, and suddenly a long forgotten tune is struck up and the crowd starts singin Saare Jahaan se Accha...Hindustan Hamara Hamara....

Bounce push heave all the way through Sweet Child of Mine, Paradise City, Trooper, Whiskey blues, Smoke on the Water and finally back on D.M's shoulders for Highway to Hell.....
And then it was over....

(wild screaming here)

My shirts (the purple one and the Parikrama volunteer shirt on top) and my scribbled-on jeans and my hair, all drenched with sweat....

My throat is still sore, and my head feels like a ball on a stick...

But by all the Gods of Rock and everything else.....................it was worth it.

A night of many miracles

Dussera, the night of ten miracles...
well, actually two. and a few pretty amazing hours after that.
So we were in the toilets in the Amphi building, near the new hall yesterday evening, getting ready for interhouse drama competition and suddenly, a commotion. A call for a plastic bag. And then Bush says "I'm just gonna do it, okay?" I thought she was going to be sick, but then someone said "There's a cat stuck in there."
My mind loomed with a comical pic of my fatcat Maheen scrabbling to get out of the commode, but when i looked in, i gave an involuntary squeal, two foetal hind legs in the water, the body no doubt wedged in the pipe.
So Bush puts her hand in a bag, plunges it in and pulls out a struggling pink kitten, hardly a day old. We spent the next half hour wrapping it up, cleaning it, feeding it, till it seemed content. By GOd, that one's a fighter, and a healthy baby. If she survived near drowning I think she'll survive the rest of it.
Ladies and gentlemen, Miracle. We named her that.

wrapped in my handkerchief. She fits into my palm like a round furry cell phone.
The rescuer and the rescued.
And she fell asleep in my hand.
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And then we were onstage. Our play: The Ghost of Jerry Bundler. I don't know what happened there, I think I was in limbo, though we did overdo the climax, a lot of things broke....
We were the first on schedule, so I had a lot of time after that, most of which I spent checking on the cat.

And, so many hours later, it was time for results.....
I got best supporting actress for my waitress role, dunno why and how, but :D !!
And then, time for the final positions....
In the fourth place: Blue
third place: Green
Second place...................
(interminable pause. please please let it not be us......)
In second place: Red house!!

At thism we jump up and start screaming too, and don't bother to hear first position (us!!!!) we storm the stage amid cheers (us) take our trophies, pose, and go singing to class, where we pose some more, dance a bit, scream, etc.

And when I see mom, I pull puppy dog faces and the I-Wanna-Celebrate card, and that's how I ended up at Marlboro Grounds a half-hour later, for the 2nd half of the last day of dandiya.
I reached the place at 11.30, perfect timing, there was a break going on, so i went off to find out who was there, recieved namy congratulations and one sore loser commenting about my lack of acting talent. they never change.
At midnight we burst into racuous song in honour of Chikki's birthday, and I partnered her when the dancing finally started. They started off with Gujju songs and then switched to filmi, and that's when we threw down the sticks and started the crazy circke dancing, hands against the sky, bangles jingling, skirts swishing.
All too soon and an eternity later, it was over, and the place was emptying and it was just us left, sitting on the ground in various poses of fatigue, waiting for our ride home. A ride who doesn't seem to believe in speed limits or traffic lights and took all the wrong turnings with the nidows down and our hair streaming.

Woot. Legendary night.

:)

Back-to-Bom!!!

I'll just skim over Agra.....Almost 26 friggin hours straight in a bus, cramps you to no end, 14 to get to Delhi, % to Agra, just to see the Taj....most thought it wasn't worth it.....I enjoyed, as usual.....
Imagine.....throngs of sweaty, half interested people, each in their different coloured cliques, through all that, up rises the Taj, pure,almost virgin white, oblivious to the swarms of people buzzing around it like flies, inquisitive, probing, destroying......But the Taj is no virgin, she's been shamed, doubted, desecrated....raped.....
My group was least interested as usual....it's humid, we're all irritated.....the clouds look like painted wisps, all around is white........

Anyway. The night back to Delhi was one of the weirdest I ever had.....it's not fun when you're trying to sleep and you're interrupted every 5 min by daaku fuckin' daddy......oh how I loathe the song....

Airport? I had 4 hours to kill, I spent at least one of them in the toilet feeling like death and having diarrhoea. urgh urgh urgh......the Air india flight was pretty cool, individual tv screens and all......and who do i encounter on these screens? you guessed it....Daaku Daddy. The video. More ridiculous than the song. If that's even possible.

And now, well, I'm back in bitch city Bombay, currently in Kandivili......Met up with Rushi and Surhud yesterday, And i'm supposed to be meeting up again in about 5 min, but i'm stuck in a net cafe without an umbrella and it's peeing rain. story of my life. And mom insists I come home before I go out again. Story of my life in Mumbai. She's all worried and all. I told her I gotta learn how to live in this city some time or other, but she's still worried. You're not a boy, she tells me.....I wish I was....I've never cared......
Still.
And si, My fave cousin sis gave birth to a baby girl yesterday night!!!! I'm an aunt again!! But really, P never seemed like the mother-of-two kind, but yeah, the baby's here, she waited till I got to mumbai, and I get to go see her today!!!
:)
Life's lookin gooooood.

Yeah, this is new.

Being house captain. Finally. Very new to me.
True, I am lucky, very. True, it's a very coveted post.....
The full implication of it hasn't hit me properly yet....
Yeah, it does mean bunking like crazy to get people to enlist for various teams.....
It means taking responsibility....For the performance of your house....
Welcome to Yellow House.
We've been coming fourth (We have four houses, Red, blue, green, yellow) for.......well, as many years as I've been in school.
And now, this girl who does no other sport than her athletics must get the demoralised demotivated students to actually work for it.
At the same time keeping her studies up.
Mission not-so-impossible. This one lasts a full year. Ooh babe we gonna have fun.

Meanwhile, we have a new principal. We had morning assembly today, and our Vice principal asked us to welcome him in "true ISM tradition", ie applause. Not really a tradition, no.
True ISM tradition was after a speech lasting 20 minutes, most of which we did not listen to, we applauded in the hope that he'd stop. Yep, THAT'S our tradition.
The only line of his speech which actually stuck in our heads: "I will be briefing you like this every assembly"
God Forbid.

School spirit. follows you everywhere na?

So that was fun....

I met Lia again after a whole year...

We got dropped off at Starbucks by mom. Did I mention I was in a GREAT mood? I mean. really happy and all. And I babble when I'm happy.

Anyway, I order my usual mocha and the guys behind the counter just fall about laughing. I do not see what they find so funny....."stop laughing!" I tell them, they laugh some more.sigh.

I ask Lia if she wants to eat, she says not really, but we both have our eye on this very rich, dark looking brownie........the last one in the place...

"lets order it" she says......

"Excuse me..." says a guy next to us. "I was just gonna order that"

"well, so were we."

"so, you want a fight?"

"Nah, do you? So I'm just gonna order. okay?" I say.

"marble brownie!" we scream in unison at the perplexed barista. I'm thoroughly enjoying this. So is Lia, so are the baristas.

"Oh come on," says the guy. "I'm a tourist, is this how you treat visitors?"

"Where're you from?"

"Bombay"

"So am I...."

"But you LIVE here!" he whines...

"Aww, but we're girls...."Lia says, batting her eyelashes.

The man just wants the brownie.

sigh.

"You study here, which school?"

"why?....." I ask suspiciously, one should never immediately give out the name of one's school....

"well, there are lots of them..."

"ok, ISM" I tell him. Lia's technically an ex-student now.

"well," he points to a friend," he's ex-ISM too...."

The friend mutters something about not talking to strangers.....

Many snide comments follow, but after he makes the ultimate deal "okay, you have it, but then you pay for whatever I eat...", we decide it's not worth it, and let him have it... nice people that we are....

"hope you have indigestion," mutters Lia. Actually, I hope he enjoyed it...it would be a crime not to enjoy that brownie....

Funny-guy's a counselor in Dubai, his job description is "telling people what they already know and then charging them money for it. Kinda like tuitions. you go to PK or Abraham in school, and then you go to them for tuitions to learn something you alredy know...."

"you're ex-ISM too?" Lia asks...

"yeah," he proceeds to do a spot on imitation of Lia's ex chem teacher.

By this time, they've totally forgotten my drink....I jog the barista's memory and get it. We sit, we can finally talk.

Lia's yet another close friend who left.....Now in Trichur, boarding school, PC thomas' entrance coaching....so disconnected from mail and phone, since PC lives in the middle ages.....

But she's found herself now...she can just go up and talk to strangers....she's lost 17 kgs (we checked out before and after pics of us....me with the overgrowing eyebrows, her with the weight....dear lord we were an unlikely pair..)..And she actually danced for her annual day programme.....she's so...happy.

We sat on the beach at my fave spot....watching the waves...so beautiful how they curled and crashed over the steps at the Shatti...talking about how most of her old friends had changed so much...talking about everything that'd happened since she'd been gone...

She had a lot to say bout how I say I don't care about what people say, then why do I blog?

Well, I kinda like blogging. In some weird way, it helps. And I don't want to care, most of me doesn't....but there's a bit at the core which does. Sigh. Mostly I ignore that bit. And the blog.....helps.....in some way, it's really important...

Anyway, we caught a cab (Li's first time without a parent) and went off to OBC..bowling....It was fun, I haven't bowled in a while. I bowled 72, which is crap for others, but for me it's pretty good.

Yeah, It was fun. I Re-found an old friend....one that I'll never lose.....Love ya...

Of Au revoir and Amour

Yea that's my version of Susan Death (refer Soul Music)

Of the Farewell 2008 I shall say little, except that for the 12ths it's an occasion to look hot and be all nostalgic, and for the 11ths it's just a good reason to look hot.
So look hot I did, Seriously I looked good and I was too too happy....
Prisoner of my insufferable narcissism is what I am....
All the 12th std guys looked so hot in their ultra-formal suits....I was just standing around guy-watching, trying to make out individual forms through that seething mass of black....and then babe-watching as only girls can, checking out who's wearing what, checking out who's checking me out...
I didn't go for the After farewell party, stupid stupid me, it just registered that this was the one I'd really needed to go to.....because I didn't get to talk to the 12ths much....
And there were those who I wish I'd known better.....and I told them that...at least, I told one of them....

Of Amour....
Well, Firstly, happy Valentine's day to all! I know it's hopelessly overcommercialised and all, but it's still a day to show people I love them.
Here, I'm going to be rather cliched and dedicate some songs to those I love most.....

To Sneh : Hips don't Lie, by shakira
To kay and bhaiyya: You and Me by Lifehouse (fingers crossed here....)
to Rushi, that boy who doesn't believe in love : Nothing else matters, by metallica (she ain't the only girl who likes metal, you know....)

to Aiman, I give: My immortal, Evanescence



I love you all, more than you'll ever know....
There you go, now that's done....
I had a lot to say today........but like water from a seive, it all dripped out of me....the vague emptiness is back, just vague though...the monotony is back worse than before...
and once again, I look at the books, I panic, and I miss that bitch of a city called Mumbai more than ever. Ah, to sink into her anonymity, solitude in the crowds.....I tell ya, I so need that....


Independence.....


It's not as easy as you think, they tell me....But I want it....I'll do it...

It's Raining men..........

See this city is SO not equipped for rain!!
By mumbai standards, this'd be a drizzle....but for here it's pretty good......
so we made our way to school over the semi-flooded roads.....and the field, it was like soup, muck, totally ruined......and the timing couldn't be worse, our much postponed Sports Day was to be today evening!!
bwahah.
So we make our way to school, and then we hear the announcement that today is unofficially a holiday.
Rowdy as we are, screaming, pushing and being total kids, we make our way to the vast expanse of muck separating the D block and the main gate of school, we proceed to cross it, getting stuck in the muck evry five minutes, and we get very very wet.
tee hee. days like this don't come very often.

hmm.... i'm semi pissed because i have nothing to write about other than my own life. which isn't all that interesting or anything.........
should i talk about sneh, who's a brilliant poetess-child, but doesn't want to share, and doesn't trust anyone with her innermost thoughts?
Should i talk about the deep guy, who has two sides to him......
What should i say........

My journal is not going too well......it was good in the beginning, but now, i generally tend to gravitate towards the blog when i want to write. not good.
still. i keep it up, i shall not be obliged to write in it......

I try not to think about the fact that kay'll be gone by april......i've known her for 16 years, and she's always been there......and i've always been there for her, even when she didn't want me......through everything......
and i know her inside out.....but she doesn't know me at all.....or so i like to think.....
it gives me my security, kinda thing, to know that there's no-one who completely knows me.....
is there anyone who claims they do?

Tired.

No, really.
I can't move....I must be very out of shape.
Whoever had the idea of having the class picnic on the beach was a genius....
It was the perfect place...
for fun as well as serenity.......
And Rugby, and bone aches, and muscle cramps and cut feet.....
But yeah, the rugby was fun.....
and the rest of it too....and we managed to polish off 10 large pizzas among us, and then we got tired, and Sneh went off to enjoy nature and was rudely interrupted, I went off to have a long deep conversation with a friend who i don't often get to talk to....
and yeah, it was one of those conversations, you wish they'd last a lifetime........
Damn the guy's deep.........and what he said, it made sense....
yeah I love the beach......It's the closest thing i've experienced to infinity.....
Basically we had a blast...running around on dry sand (kills the legs)....trying out wild stunts involving swings and human pyramids, deep thoughts, kho kho....watching a little love story unfold before our eyes....
and yeah......
we bonded. totally.
the repercussions of all the fun being:
I slept for 14 hours straight, woke up for lunch today......
and yeah, it hurts when I move.
Very much out of shape.

In waiting.

Holidays begin day after tomorrow.
stupid measly two-week winter breaks we get.....just because we're senior n stuff.....it's not like we study so much........
anyway, tomorrow will be the last day the 12th graders come to school so everyone's going crazy nostalgic, flashbulbs erupting in the corridoors, hugs kisses screams squeals of delight.........
i'm gonna miss you so much, etc etc.....
etc etc......
and then there's me wandering through the mess, a year and a grade below them, wanting to be a part of it (as of everything else) but so left out......
why oh why won't you look at me........its your last day here.........say bye...gimme a hug na?
sigh.
and then you'll all be lost to me forever....
maybe even kay......she looks so troubled these days.....dunno what it is....she'll tell me when she feels like it.
anyway....i had more to write....but i have to go........

Of eventful days and boy-haircuts

Totally murphy's law, right?
The day you don't go to school/college, something happens.
I skipped school a coupl of days ago....that day my friend/partner/depressed poetess sprained her back jumping down the stairs. sigh. total bed rest for two days.........poor kid.

Anyway I finally asked Hazel-boy why he got his hair cut (it looked totally hot before he cut it, all curly n stuff, but then the next day it's all hacked off. sigh)
So he tells me it hadn't been cut for over three months.
I say, so what, it looked totally hot (trying not to sound too enthu here...lol) and he says it was a pain to maintain.
sigh.
so you think a shoulder length ponytail isn't a pain to maintain? (i'm just doing it because i got bored with short hair)
dude, i say to him, all you have to do is comb it and you're good to go....
I never do comb it, he says.
!!!!!!!!!!
Then is it just me who feels a need to comb my hair whenever i see it looking not-so-perfect??
urgh....i dunno, all kinds of things could get into your hair if you didn't comb it.......
tangles, sand, sweat (ick), tiny insects, just to give an example.........
not that much of that could get into Hazel-boy's now cruelly short hair..........
sigh.

and today the teachers of our school made a potentially big boo-boo...........
they announce: any class 9 and 11 students interested in march past (for sports day) may move to the field immediately.
MASS WALKOUT!!!
lol.
So i 'moved' to the field with everyone else, with rather embarassed memories of how i got kicked out of march past year-before-last (due to crappy coordination).............
and now i find i'm kinda good at it.
what's more, i'm COACHING march past this year.
big big lol, seeing as i'm not gonna be actually marching.
oooh life goes on..............
the tuition nightmare continues.......
starting at 4pm.
today.
sigh.

ah, we also have a new kitten in the household. he is as yet unnamed.Maheen doesn't seem to like him, she keeps hissing at him. Havoc in the house!

Relevations

Today, after listening to Zombie properly, i found out that it isn't really the trash people keep singing. The voice that sings '...with their tanks, and their bombs, in your head, in your head, they are fighting.....' is hauntingly beautiful.also, it's singing about WAR.

Then I find out quite a lot of things about a pretty good friend.............from someone else.
sigh.
stuff which you really wish you knew
But knowing Aiman...(do i, really?)...he wouldn't bother....... ah, well.it changes nothing.

Anyway, it's exhibition time, and i'm enjoying myself....checking out all projects, doing my own, helping out with the really hot project next to ours.....
going to watch sketch comedies, basically roaming around, la la la. you know how it is.

And then i have to sove kay's emotional problems. Which, believe me, are tough.
sigh.

Exhibit me!!

There are some times in the school year when all the normal functions of school life are suspended......
one such is exhibition..........
exhibition is mega-bunk time.....
it's the time when teachers don't bother coming to class cuz they're too busy......
it's the time when everyone's busy or bunking.....
it's the time when i traditionaly go nuts.
stark raving bonkers.
i tend to get all hyped n do mad stuff like..........um....special for the year, wrap a ribbon around my waist. the idea??
"I'm a birthday gift. Is it your birthday?" (gives sexy looks to people)
last year i spray-painted my hand silver. it looked damn hot, but was a pain to wash off.
this year sid wrote my name on my arm with silver marker.....
anyway, i have to leave now, i have to reach at 4.30....damn i'm gonna be busy, what with my superballs physics project (balls to you!! lot of scope for humor with superballs....) and roaming around and checking out stuff.....
wheeeeee!!
all the bunking gave me time to sit n have long chats with venky, about nothing in particular.
yay.
gtg, my mom's kinda pissed.