Miss Nobody's

This blog is going to

2009-12-28T23:17:00.003+05:30

Self destruct in.....3,2,1...!

Nah still here.

Since the season of giving is still on and all,I thought I might give myself a little something-my crazy head a new space to banter.Besides,I'm tired of being a Nobody(:P),I'd rather be a schmuck.I like being a geek too.But a schmuck is better.Hence you will find my further misadventures in The Schmuck running amuck,my newest space on the www.

Update your feeds and all.See ya folks on the new space.

I'm so Holey,see Giddit?

2009-12-27T19:56:00.009+05:30

Yep thats right i got my piercing!

My uncle,who is a doctor did it for me with a surgical needle that looked like a fishing hook.Kinda like so...(ow)The shiny thing went inside my nose,I almost considered backing out when I felt it go through one layer,and then two and then the come out of the top of my nose,and I almost wept with relief.And if you are wondering whether it hurt or not,well ofcourse it did.But not much.Here's a crazy thing-Unlike your ear which keeps on burning after it has been pierced,the pain stops after your nose has had its newest hole.That's because it doesn't have as much nerves(ha!) as the ear.So,its pretty much okay,just a bit sore.And getting it done by a doc is always the best.

Just waiting for my nose to heal so I can do something like this...

Yaaay!

and my current favourite thing to do is...

you got it!Twirl the string!I name this pic EXTACY!
This was on my wishlist for a long,LONG time.Whats on yours?wha-?Jus' askin'.

Image courtesy:Yahoo

and the nose stud pic at photobucket

Merry Christmas!!

2009-12-24T20:05:00.003+05:30

Chistmas Graphic Comments

Almost four hours until Christmas(here at IST)!
Just finished with my tree and opening my presents at farmville! Dreaming of a white Christmas,like on the perfect picture postcards.But it doesn't snow in a tropical country like ours.
Okay!Enough ranting!

Happy holidays everyone!

What can I say?

2009-12-23T19:52:00.003+05:30

Except...

JUST WOW!

And....

I ♥ this too!

Enough holiday cheer to keep me bouncing till new year!

Happy hols,ya'll.

Fiction55:#2

2009-12-20T19:38:00.004+05:30

55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to
the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.

-Dear wiki.

Fiction55#2

Disturbed

She woke up in her bed,startled.It was that noise again-a low rumble,like some wild animal with a terrible cold.It was gradually rising,on to a crescendo-like a building tempest.And then fell,only to rise again!

"Anish!",she yelled out to her twin,"Quit the nasal orchestra,will ya?!"

Soooo,er?How was it?I'm new to this genre of writing-though its kinda difficult,its great fun too!

Enjoy your Sunday!(or whatever's left of it:P)

Love,

Miss N

My first guest post!

2009-12-19T13:46:00.005+05:30

So somebody did the unthinkable,they asked for a guest post from me on their blog.As if making a fool of myself on myspace wasn't enough :P.

Amazing Ashwini,who has been one of my firstest blog buddies asked me and some of her other bloggie friends to revive her (seemingly) dead blog.

What she failed to to realize ,that nothing about a fiery soul dies-even if its a corner in the behemoth www .

So I wrote THIS(clickety click).

An intelligent blogger with a sense of humour is what she has in store if you visit her, an amazingly talented artiste,a good friend with a heart of platinum, a gifted storyteller-and of my closest buddies on the web-one for Ash,yaay!

Do visit her,and leave a comment there.

Happy Saturday ya'll!

Just so that you know I'm honest,really

2009-12-16T14:34:00.006+05:30

I have to show you my newest shiny trophy

given to me by sharazad of Dangerous Pages Review-If you are a bibliophile with a taste for the forbidden,you surely are missing something if you aren't following her!

So,as per the rules I have to state 10 ten things about me that you may or maynot know..

I am a converse girl,through and through.
My obsession with vampires does not begin and end with twilight.It has found new meaning with True Blood.
Farmville Addict.Oh, yea Yeehaw!
I love novels written on a historical background-like Kite runner(by Khaled hosseini) and the Odessa File by Frederick Forsyth and many more.I.Dig.History.Gee,does anyone else find that funny?
Waiting to pierce my nose-I have a Go from both my boyf and Pa,but the friend brigade is kinda split in half over it.I procastrinate a lot,but I think I'm going for it.
I am addicted to giving my blog a facelift(every now and then=atleast 4 times a week).Mommy likes buying new dresses.Is that so bad?(IT IS!)
I love walnut kernels,LOVE LOVE LOVE!
I think yellow nail polish is kinda cool.
This is for my dog-"I'm not doing a Bella when I say I love you like my brother.REALLY.STOP.HUMPING.ME."
I recently acted in a college play where I had to play a politician,kinda controversial-so they changed my character and lines the next day.Pissed.Like you wouldn't believe.

I found some amazing blogs that I'm following now,and I'd like to pass on the awards to them

Nelley at Happiness is a size six

Shilpa at A Rose is a Rose is a rose

Arun George at The Haven of my thoughts

Mama Zen at The Zen of Motherhood

Guria at Maverick Misfit

Shruti at Hits and Misses

Rajlakshmi at Destiny's Child

....and some oldies I can't stop loving :)

Avada Kedavra at Stung by the Splendour of a crazy thought

Little Miss Blogger at A Little blog about nothing

Bookpusher at The Genteel Arsenal.

Chop chop! Ta folks!

You tell me..

2009-12-08T18:33:00.004+05:30

Nineteen year old wha-?I'm at this crossroad where I don't know which word to attach with myself-A girl or a woman?I wish I had an intelligent post to write,which would overnight boost my popularity and I'd have hundreds(okay scores,to start) pouring in to share their pearls of wisdom.Where's mine,you ask?Still looking for it,trying to explore a concept I ~~never thought about~~ often think about.No pearls of wisdom from my side,hence -1.No worries-who the hell wants to grow old?"Eighteen till I die"?-I'd love to,but I'm nineteen already ;)

When you are young,you tend to have weird ideas about *grown up things*-I know I had!
This is what I thought it takes to be a woman(around a decade ago when 14 was an-age--i-so-wanted-to-be...dad wouldn't scold,I'd have no curfew and by the time I was 15 dad would probably invite my potential boyfriend to dinner and not scare him with his jack hammer .20 was just bordering on the verge of death)
You are a woman(as in an adult female) if(Disclaimer this is flashback-don't let the tense eff you up :P)

You are 20.I mean 20 is OLD.Whoever heard of the phrase 40 is the new 20.Doesn't matter-both are OLD.(If you are wondering what I thought about my parents then-as usual-nothing.They are parents.What about them?)
You wear makeup.OMG.So,so old.
You wear danglydoo earrings.Cute earrings are for little girls-hands off*spits out*woman!!

Are you as confused as I am?Good.Lets carry on.

I never thought I'd have to attach the word "woman" with myself.There's nothing remotely graceful about me,nothing gentle and womanly.

For instance,this is what happened a few months ago...

Me and best bud S pigged out on this delicious buffet at Mainland China.We took third,fourth and fifth helping of the chicken wings,crab and prawn chips respectively.By the time we had finished,WE HAD TO DOWNLOAD,I mean REALLY.As we were gathering are asses to hit the bowl,I fell off my chair.I didn't feel ashamed,smoothed my hair and then ran out of the restaurant to the john.(did I mention I ran out yelling?)

And a conversation between me and S in a restaurant(again) in 9th grade-(le pardonnable?)

Me*whispers*:Should we leave a tip?

S*in her outdoor voice*:No.We are kids!

Me:OH.Right.

Did I mention it was a really sophisticated place,and the maitre d and the other waiters were pointing and laughing while we sauntered out like divas,only to return the next month.

Having a kiddie face doesn't help either.

Will I ever grow up?Shall I ever have poise,grace and the ickle womanly stuffs?Does it grow on you with age?I'm still waiting for The becoming.

Or not.

Which event(if any) marked Your becoming?

And this is how I got added into his friendlist

2009-11-30T19:21:00.002+05:30

The idea usually dies in my head-I'm just so full of them,but am SO SO lazy to write!Maybe its the survival of the fittest thats going on in my head-one ambitious little idealet kills the other,ha!Go figure.But today I couldNOT just let this die out.

A conversation between me and R(thats my guy!*teehee*) on how best to use facebook

R:I'm going to use it for saving the world!I'll bring the people to light!
Me:Why can't you just send me hugs,drinks and play farmville and be happy with it?
R:*This is where he looks exasperated,thinking that sometimes either I fail to get him or am being dumb on purpose*
Me:...
R:I still think Saving the world is a better idea.Aw,c'mon I'm just going to put up news updates and ask people's opinions on the bites.Then I'm going to open a news company.By the way,I haven't added you yet.(He just signed up)
Me:Well go one,type a search...
Few seconds later...
R:Oh,is that you the one in the gray hat?
Me:No,look for a picture with a pair of feet in it.Sepia.
R:Ok,feet it is.
R:Oh wait-is that you with the picture of a naked guy playing a violin?
ME:*This is where I fall off the chair laughing*

I mean I NEED TO LOOK FOR THIS PERSON,who has my name and a display picture of a naked man playing violin.Its just not the words,but the way he said it,I have been laughing since morning.Either I'm crazy,or I'm crazy.Or I'm crazy in love ♥

Happy monday ya'll!

Image courtesy:photobucket

Random Realizations:10 things I have found out

2009-11-23T20:44:00.002+05:30

..In which you may find a list of my realizations,findings,fun facts posted as soon as I have 10 of 'em at hand :)Feel free to add your own in the comments :)

I simply CANNOT take a decent photograph,however much I try I happen to take the most ordinary of pics,nothing too be ooh-ed and ahh-ed about.And it bugs me to no end.To top it all,I'm insanely jealous of people who CAN take good photos.I should hike to Mount Sinai sometime soon.
My dog has fleas!!!!!!!And along with my dog,I have flea bites too.Which degree of eww-ness should we put that in?
I can never be loyal to one template,its just that I'm searching for The One,and so far-no luck.They have templates for shopping blogs,fashion,travelling,pets-but what about scribblers,don't they deserve a good template too?There are thousands out there,and I'm the only one to blame for I can't decide-whether to go with the theme,or choose one which looks good.No cookie for me :(
I have renewed respect for Chetan Bhagat.Two States was a good read.
For some weird reason I have stopped collecting quotes,at one point of time I was crazy about them.Feel good quotes and humorous ones score highest on my list.

One of my all time favourites:

"For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness, For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people, For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry, For Beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day, For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others." -Audrey Hepburn

My obsession with farmville is reaching the point of insanity.
College,is not that bad after all.Though mine is admittedly the most boring college on earth,my friends make it worth slogging through,and occassionally the subject ;)
Time travel is not impossible.Into the future,I mean.I just read it somewhere-I couldn't get the rocket science(And this is the reason I'm not elaborating,I don't want to look like a fool,and if sometime if it IS proved impossible-remember me as someone who loved the fiction part of science fiction than science itself.)-but yea it is kind of possible.
Sometime in third grade I had learnt that dogs are colour blind and to this day I haven't found a proper answer to this.So I had to google it and this is what came up

Dogs are not color blind - they see color, but their chromatic acuity is
significantly less than humans'. This is for two reasons: (1) dogs have far
fewer cone cells in their retina (cone cells are responsible for seeing color);
and (2) dogs are dichromatic (they see only two primary colors - blue and
yellow) whereas humans are trichromatic, meaning we see three primary colors -
red, blue, and green.

Winter has finally stopped playing lets pretend and peekaboo.He is here.Full blast.And living in a tropical country I have never been able to associate winter with death,desolation and all the normal poetic thing-a-majigs.Winters here are SO pleasant,and I'm enjoying the few months of its stay.

Have anything you'd like to share?No penny for your thoughts :)

Do you have a minute?

2009-11-08T20:49:00.008+05:30

I'm lying here, where they left me.Do you have a minute today?Or would you miss your bus?Is that phone call really important?I would have survived the other day,albeit weak from hunger,if you hadnot given me the last scrap of bun.No,I'll still be grateful,for we ARE loyal creatures,every one of us.But TODAY,I really need your help.Look at me please,last night as I was sleeping under the street light,the back wheel of a truck squashed my stomach.My guts are spilled out for the world to see,its a miracle that I'm still alive,though I can feel life like an ebb tide,as opposed to a rising one.I have been howling like this since four in the morn-some of you must have cursed me in your sleep.Sorry about that-but today I'm REALLY not crying wolf-there are no suspicious strangers,no scurrying cats-it is a matter of life and death for me.If only you would look out and see.The old lady never liked me,she covered her nose with her saree,but the school boy?He used to give me bread out of his tiffin box-was that love or just a method to dispose off his unwanted lunch.I would say it was the former,for today he wanted to help but his mother dragged him away,disgusted,mumbling something about being late to school.The sun mounts higher,I need water.Wouldn't somebody give me some?I have been too hopeful,and now irritation sets in,or is it a sin to be so?To expect something in return of a service?-have I not guarded your houses well enough,friends?

Suddenly I feel something cold,metal.Oh.A clamp around my neck.Somebody hauls me up and puts me in the back of a van.I could smell more of my kind,but I could see none.It was cool in there...

And then darkness set in.

One morning I woke up to a horrible howling,the sight was more pitiful than the sound,as you can well imagine.Well,this street dog and I,we have grown up together,and that day death came as the end.Many people were curious,some visibly disgusted,others Talked about what should be done,but nobody did anything.My dog,kept howling back,he was restless.He whined and kept coming back to me,pleading to do something.I put a call to the local animal centre which takes care of wounded strays,but they too were pretty nonchalant for an organisation which did such work.I was seriously disappointed.They took an hour to travel four kilometers,and that too hauled the dog by its neck on their arrival.The howling still reverberates in my ears.I took little comfort from their arrival,as it was clear that she wouldn't live long-nobody does,when their guts have been spilled on the road for hours.

None of my neighbours even came down with water,or first aid.I was surprised at such an inhuman reaction to something like this.Do we not sleep peacefully in our beds,because they roam the streets and guard the neighbourhood?Do they not put up a racket if suspicious men hang around our houses?Have we learnt this then?To expect service and and give nothing in return?

That sure was a poor way to repay a debt.For days,some of the other dogs mourned.And with them,I did too.I love my city,would trade the most precious thing to me to live here forever,here in Calcutta.The City of Joy,they say.But sometimes,just sometimes,I feel that my city has a black heart.

And if you are up there,my friend,this is for you.I know the brightest star that shines is you.Forgive me,my friend-that sure was a poor way to repay a debt to you.

pic found here:http://www.flickr.com/photos/83461242@N00/726486900/

Fiction 55:First attempt

2009-11-06T19:02:00.005+05:30

I have been meaning to write one for ages,ever since Avada wrote one,and then I found other awesome f55 on Shruti's blog,Shankar's and Shilpa's.
So what IS a Fiction55?This is what wiki says :

The origin of 55 Fiction can be traced to a short story writing contest
organized by New Times, an independent alternative weekly in San Luis Obispo,
California, in 1987.
The idea was proposed by New Times founder and publisher Steve Moss. New Times, while
often mistakenly believed to be part of the New Times chain of papers, is
actually part of the smaller, San Luis Obispo-county based New Times Media
Group, which also owns the Santa Maria Sun.
and
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
A setting,
One or more characters,
Some conflict, and
A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)
The title of the story is not part of the overall word count, but it still can’t exceed seven words.

Intriguing,no?
So here I go(hey,erm that rhymes!)

Remembrance

He could recognize her scent anywhere.Though he was eighty,he clearly remembered the first time he had met her in the park-her golden hair flying.
But she was leaner now,her golden mane dull,her mouth pulled down at the corners.He called
out"Miranda!" but all that came out was "woof".

So,how was it?My first attempt,don't be too harsh ;)

Welcome to the trophy room

2009-11-04T20:20:00.019+05:30

Awards galore, folks-and many of the trophies have your names on them :)LAdida? I know!

We all know that I have been pretty sucky about distributing the awards I received,but today I intend to make it up to you,for sure!So,go on-have a seat you are welcome to bring your own snacks while we have drinks on the house-a little champagne for the celebration toast :D

Pic found here:http://www.flickr.com/photos/8482674@N07/519372647/

Firstly,Awesome Avada gave me these on completing 100 posts on her blog-way to go girl!And sorry for the late acceptance,but these are HEARTILY appreciated!Thank you!

This is her personal award and has two of the characters I really DIG!Thankie girl!
And then The blog buddies Award
which I wish to pass on to

Next comes the..

I Love your blog award and this goes to

Bookpusher

Michael

Shruti

Rimz

Shankar

Lilu

Littlemsblogger

Next,Little ms blogger tagged me for this

She says my blog is over the top ;) hehe,Thanks!

So the rules are:Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. You must use only one word answers!Once you have filled it out you then pass it on to 6 of your favorite bloggers and alert them that they have been awarded.

1. Where is your cell phone? here

2. Your hair? black

3. Your mother? talented

4. Your father? caring

5. Your favorite food? Biriyani

6. Your dream last night? dreamless

7. Your favorite drink? Diet Cola

8. Your dream/goal? researcher

9. What room are you in? mine

10. Your hobby? Reading

11. Your fear? heights

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? this world

13. Where were you last night? home

14. Something that you aren't? sneaky

15. Muffins? chocolate chip

16. Wish list item? i-phone

17. Where did you grow up? Calcutta

18. Last thing you did? dinner

19. What are you wearing? tracks

20. Your TV? Sony

21. Your pets? horny dog

22. Friends? kick ass

23. Your life?bah

24. Your mood? Swings

25. Missing someone? Yes :)

26. Vehicle? Maruti

27. Something you’re not wearing? earings

28. Your favorite store? Westside

29. Your favorite color? Black

30. When was the last time you laughed?now

31. Last time you cried? don't remember

32. Your best friend? Shre :)

33. One place that I go to over and over? the john ;)

34. One person who emails me regularly? Facebook alerts :(

35. Favorite place to eat? At home

Her answers cracked me up- click here to read hers!

Six bloggers I wish to pass this on to are

Avada

Bookpusher

Shruti

Lilu

Guria

Shankar

And then Shruti Tagged me for these

Aww,Calvin and Hobbes!Me likey!Thanks girl!And congratulations for the 50 post mark-though thats far gone and you are moving at the pace of a raging tornado towards your 100th!Go Shruti!

And then

also from Shruti,and to pass these on...

Avada

Sharazad

Michael

Bookpusher

Rimz

Shankar

Little ms blogger

and back at Shruti :P(yes,I just did that)

Avada

Bookpusher

Shankar
Rimz

Lilu

All these awards,and did you really think I wouldn't add my own?So here goes

Tada-from me to you!

Avada

Bookpusher

Lilu

Shruti

Rimz

Shankar

Sharazad

Michael

Guria

That was one big post,phew! Have fun palying with them on your sidebar heh!
Until next time...

Random Realizations of a Ranting Rat:10 things I have found out

2009-11-01T22:51:00.009+05:30

Sometimes I wonder why we live-that’s a pretty darn stupid question right there,eh? We live for a variety of things-for living(um? You ask-yea I have no answer to this-when we are dropped down-we got nothing else to do- unless someone runs you over.Ouch.),for eating-God knows how I love these people,for changing the world,for being good friends to people who need the,for being good friends to complete pr*icks who don’t deserve them,we live for others,we live for us-we live to wear the clothes we would die for,we live to learn and un-learn.Phew.
I have been ranting there,eh?Sorry. But hey,I just couldn’t start of with a list of things I have learnt-so NOT interesting.You must be wondering why I’m making this such a big deal-Its just that I have come to realize that I tend to learn a LOT of things everyday-from my dad,from a five year old-from a bird and even from me(*gasp*oh,I’m such a wise-ass) entirely mundane things,important things,things about the cheetah-things about me just about anything and Voila-I thought this would make good blog foo so I’ve decided to make this a regular thing on my blog-or as often as I learn ten things I’d like to share .

Are you with me till here?I love you,I shit you not.
So yea the list..

I have found out that I follow an INSANE amount of blogs.REALLY.Not my fault there are so many people who write such good stuff.*sniff*

That I’m super lazy about passing out awards so lovingly given to me by my blog buddies.I have been horrible I know.Here’s a cookie-will you forgive me?

The Maoist menace is getting out of hand in WB.I don’t want us to become another Afganistan.And speaking of Afganistan-I’m absolutely in love with the place after reading The Kite runner and I would love to visit it sometime-Though I might bring myself back in a box.eek.

I’m addicted to coke-the kind you drink,not the kind you snort.

Farmville is ACTUALLY fun.My eggplants are almost grown.Yaay.Iwill probably have enough coins to expand my farm today!

My Samsung Star ACTUALLY touches me back.So does my bf’s Corby.Whats with these touchscreen phones?

How war can cripple a nation and how the common people suffered because of it.’62-72(when India was at war with China and then Pakistan/Bangladesh) my father witnessed it first hand.Rice,wheat,sugar were only available at fair price shops.Because of the shortage of food,farmers were allowed to sell the grains only to the government,at a reduced price.Those who were found trying to sell it in the open market were shot at sight by the police.Shocking.Nerve wracking stuff,eh?Families were issued ration cards which had a quota of food grains allotted to them as per the number of family members.These were obtained weekly and bread coupons were given which,again allotted as per the number of members, and bread could only be bought by showing those.Sometimes I mourn an i-Pod touch,a better graphics card but I failed to realize how these things stop mattering when you have to worry about trying to make it through the day.Today my gen can buy whatever they want over the counter.And people say India has not come a long way.Sure we do have a long way to go,but it isn’t so that we haven’t even started.

I don’t like Stephen King anymore.He is very talkative.

I need to start making notes and stop scrounging for information the night before the examination.This is just a realization.I don’t know how far I’d be able to work towards achieving it. :D

I have LOTS of new books waiting to be read.YAAAAAAY.

Images: The book www.flickr.com/photos/lisadanilko/193713247/

The coke can www.flickr.com/photos/justinnn/2546675800/

and yahoo images.

Oh..and I can't wait for this....

Whats in my mailbox?

2009-10-30T22:00:00.010+05:30

Actually nothing.It was delivered to me in person.

I am participating in a bookevent where Michael has sent out a copy of Around the World in 80 days to link all bloggers and which would get back to him at the end of 80 days.I think its a unique concept and would make a wonderful keepsake for his son :) It first went to Peter in Philippines,then to Sharon in Australia who passed it to me.I have never had anything delivered to me in my entire life.Nobody wrote me letters.I'm a '90s child. And this time I got a BOOK and a lovely postcard and two cool bookmarks from Sharon.Thats neat for your first mail,eh?

This is so cool I'm orgasmic!Actually no.But I'm really happy,REALLY.Thank you for choosing me Sharon and thank you for the post card and the bookmarks!!

Here are some pictures I took of the book,the postcard from Sharon and me with the book.They aren't the best you have seen-I could really use some tutorials on taking pictures.Sigh.

Couldnt wait to change out of my pajamas to take the pic

The book and the bookmarks

The Postcard and the bookmarks.

The book reached me on 25.10.o9.Sorry I took so long to post -my week was something like this

Dg rosseti Beowulf Tennyson Hudibras MacFlecknoe Vitorian Poetry Native Resourses Goblin Market Donne Good morrow Sonnets Verse Satire Restoration Cromwell...
er.... I had exams.I had a terrible time juggling all of it.I hope your week was better than mine.

This book is travelling to Vivienne in UK.Sometimes I wish I was this book.

Have a great weekend,and those of you who celebrate Halloween-start a brush-a-thon,you'll need it after all the candy!

Being tagged is fun!

2009-10-15T22:21:00.014+05:30

Avk tagged me for this ages ago...sorry I took so long girl!

the Brand Tag-in which I list all the brands I regularly use.

All my skin care products are from this brand,I'm a johnson girl still!

My current favourite shoes!
My brand of cameras! I mostly shop here!
My brand of cellphones!
My brand of chips!I have been a Lays fan forever.My brand of icecream
Kookie jar:The best confectioners in Kolkata-My birthdays are never complete without a chocolate cake from there.4 pounds.Deliciously soft.And chocolatey.Yum!

My blogging platform-I love you in so many ways-mostly for letting me dress up my blog in whatever way I want.No limitations there!

I tag:Whoever wants to do it!

The Festival of Lights is upon us .Light a thousand lamps.Have a happy Diwali every one!

Around the world in 80 days

2009-10-10T11:19:00.008+05:30

Image by:Save the date for cupcakes on Flickr
You know back in the days when people used to write on scraps of paper,roll them up,put them in a bottle and listen for the plink as it hit the ocean surface?What were they thinking?Was that the beginning of blogging?To get your ideas across from coast to coast,albeit time consuming,but someday some stranger might come across your thoughts and know that you were ecstatic one summer afternoon. Today we have it easier-one click and your thoughts are up there to be read and,commented,criticised and agreed with.Cool?Oh,yes.

I’m taking part in Michael’s book event in which he has sent out a copy of Around the world in 80 days,which is traveling from blogger to blogger to return to him at the end of 80 days.Unique isn’t it?Click here to read his post on it.

It started off with Peter in Phillippines who passed it on to Bookpusher(Sharon),my wonderful bloggy friend and patient reader who has an awesome book blog, in Australia and now she is passing it on to me.Thank you for choosing me Sharon,this is indeed exciting!And the best thing about you?You never forget to put a word or many about me and my and posts when you mention me,which means A LOT .I’m glad you enjoy my blog will try harder to keep you entertained.*HUGS*.Click here to read her post and see the wonderful pictures she put up of herself with her daughter and their dog Lily near a sign with distances to all the famous cities in the world.
This is something I wish to pass on to Sharon-the blog buddies award given to me by Avada Kedavra.( or the amazing Ashwini).You two have a lot more coming :)So do many of my other bloggy friends.I'm hosting an award ceremony soon,stay tuned,for the mo' I have these for you.
To get back to what I was saying,this is the first time I’m taking part in anything of this sort,and I’m actually thrilled.The heights which science and technology can reach!The world is becoming just one big neighbourhood.Its amazing!
What do you think about this book event?Shouldn’t there be more of these going on?I thinks its absolutely awesome!
Oh and I need to pass this book on to another blogger,if you are interested please email me at mizznobody@gmail.com .

Have a great weekend!

Wordless Wednesday:Trip to Delhi and Nainital I

2009-10-07T13:25:00.007+05:30

Tags and ramble

2009-10-06T19:18:00.006+05:30

Wow,I have so much to say that I don't know where to start.Firstly,Blog-a-ton3 ROCKED.

It was awesome that I could put my idea across to so many people and follow up on their thoughts too, and for me to take part in blog-a-ton,having a blog is essential and hence the whole idea of blogging is AWESOME.I'm surprised I never mentioned it,I enjoy this so much-writing it out,visitng other people and reading what they have to say and get to know not just what happens around the world but to get an idea about what the common man feels all about it-its actually very intellectually heightening,don't you think?
Oh, and I wanted to thank EVERYONE who commented on my last post,it was great to have you here.Please visit again :)
Btw,blogging is not just about feeding your intellectual curiosity,its fun too.My good friend AvK tagged me for a few good stuff(three cool tags) and I'm taking two of them up.Not to mention she gave me a few splendid awards and completed her 100th post-she is on a roll!And I was so late in congratulating her,sorry girl :( Hop over to her blog for some good ol' blog juice :)

These were the awards she gave me.Isn't she the sweetest?Ah,I KNOW you wish she loved you as much she loves me :P...hehe j/k
Now for the tags...

TAG #01 : Innocent… or Guilty?
RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.
Asked someone to marry you? Innocent
Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent
Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent.
Ever told a lie? Guilty.
Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty.
Kissed a picture? Guilty.
Slept in until 5 PM? Guilty.
Fallen asleep at work/school? Innocent.
Held a snake? Innocent.
Been suspended from school? Innocent.
Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.
Stolen from a store? Innocent.
Been fired from a job? Innocent.
Done something you regret? Guilty
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent.
Kissed in the rain? Guilty
Sat on a roof top? Guilty
Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent.
Sang in the shower? Guilty.
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent
Shaved your head? Innocent.
Had a boxing membership? Innocent.
Made a boyfriend cry? Innocent.
Been in a band? Innocent.
Shot a gun? Innocent.
Donated Blood? Innocent.
Eaten alligator meat? Innocent.
Eaten cheesecake? Guilty.
Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent

Have/had a tattoo? Innocent.
Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent.
Been too honest? Guilty.
Ruined a surprise? Innocent.
Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Guilty.
Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty.
Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Innocent.
Joined a pageant? Innocent.
Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.
Had communication with your ex? Innocent.
Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent.
Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty.

Guilty for just 14/42 -mwahaha

TAG #02 : How DUMB are you?The more [x]’ s the “dumber” you are.

[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking

[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking

[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door

[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle

[x] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself

[x] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks

[ ] You have run into a tree/bush

[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow

[ ] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times

[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.[ x ] You just tried to sing them.
So far: 6

[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.

[ ] You have choked on your own spit .

[ x] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.

[ ] You’ve never seen the Matrix.

[ ] You type only with two fingers.

[] You have accidentally caught something on fire

[x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.

[ ] You have caught yourself drooling

[ ] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair
So far: 8

[ ] Sometimes you just stop thinking

[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about

[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you

[ ] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.

[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math

[ ] You have eaten a bug

[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important

[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it

[x] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your han

[ ] You have ran around naked in your house.
So far: 14

[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.

[ ] You break a lot of things

.[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you.

[ ] You tilt your head when you’re confused

[x] You have fallen out of your chair before

[x] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wal

[ ] The word “ummmmm” is used many times a day.
TOTAL: 16

Even I am (16/37)*100 = 43.1% DUMB !Oh-la-la(in a bad way)

I would like to tag:

Anyone who is up for it :)

Thats all folks!

The Indian Dream

2009-10-03T14:27:00.007+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 3; the third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

This is my first participation in a Blog-a-ton and the topic is head-scratching-chin stroking-nonstop-pacing-with-no-luck diffcult.However I came up with a way I could suitably express myself and thus you have three very short stories explaining my dream-the dream of an Indian.

The Return

Arun remembered the day he was orphaned,and how much he had contributed to it.It all came back to him with startling clarity,enveloping him in a blanket of remorse as he choked back a sob.How arrogant he had been,how over the years he had forgotten to genuflect at the altar of love so selflessly given by two souls who asked for nothing but for him to love them back.

The Old Age home was in shambles and there he stood in front of the building where he himself had driven the half dead corpses of his parents-up those very stairs at the very place where they now stood-a ruin of the former people they used to be-but you wouldnot say so you looked at their eyes.His mother in a cotton saree-straining to see him while his father wore a leathery smile which warmed his heart like no other.
Even at this distance,when no words were spoken all anger,bitter words were washed away by the rain which suddenly started pouring in icy blankets.Arun looked up to see the angry clouds,the darkening sky,but instead he focused on three specks that were moving across the horizon.The evening birds were returning home.
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A,B,C,D
Bhola got up early that day and came out of his mud hut.Monsoon was approaching and the straw that formed their roof was decaying.
He sniffed the morning air.It was a little damp,but everything felt special-the sun more brighter,the trees greener.It was after all a special day.
Bhola was a marginal farmer in the Minapore district of WestBengal.He had no sons,but twin daughters who just turned four.
He could hear his wife stirring inside their hut and smiled.His stomach growled with hunger.He and his wife had had nothing to eat last night,the handful of rice that was left-he had insisted be fed to their daughters.The rains were late this year,the unhusked rice in the granary dwindling.He did not have more than a few rupees on him,had no idea when he would be able to replace his daughters’ tattered frock,but he was happy that day.That day,was after all very special.It was the day his daughters would go to school for the first time.

In many parts of India a daughter is still considered to be a burden,especially in rural areas where a daughter means one more mouth to feed but no extra hands on the field.Many are killed in the womb while others who make it into the world are subjected to a life of misery.This is one social evil I wish to see vanished and banished without any traces that it existed.
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This is home

The reflection that stared back at Harish was not flattering.At 28 his hair was thinning,his paunch showing through his shirt.But his less than appealing appearance was made up by his brain-which was its weight in gold.Sometimes he wondered why The Big Guy singled him out to be brainy but never worth a second glance.Couldn’t he be moderately handsome,still brainy and yet an IITian with a dream job in California?
Speaking of California,he turned to look at his ticket which lay on top of his suitcase.He walked towards it,picked it up and cradled it,cooed to it.It was not just a plane ticket,it was his ticket to his golden future-a life of luxury in the Land of Opportunites.
His bags were packed and his mind was made up.He looked at the glossy ticket again,and then tore it up.
“This is home”,he called out to noone in particular.His father was pruning his plants,his mother was probably busy in the kitchen. “This is home”,he called out again,and sauntered out the door to rejoin his job in the city.

The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Gather ye Rose buds

2009-09-19T09:45:00.008+05:30

Remember the time when I went into hiding?I'd thought that everyone would have forgotten me already,but lo! One fine day I decide to resurface,I found two lovely awards waiting for me and that made me feel so special and motivated me to continue blogging once more,however busy coping up with college and studies I maybe.Thank you!Your love and support means a lot to me my darling bloggy friends!

And now to pass on the awards..

This award was given to me by Avada Kedavra, who writes a mean blog and became one of my first bloggy friends.Thank you SO MUCH!

I want to give out this award to...

Bookpusher @ The Genteel Arsenal:Another dear bloggy friend who has an awesome book blog.

Sharazad @The Dangerous Pages Review:Appreciating her efforts for leading a campaign of sorts against banning books.The power of the pen,after all,knows no equal.

Lilu@ Live it,Love it:One word.HILARIOUS.

The next award was given to me by Bookpusher-The Heartfelt Award :)

Do you reach for a cup of cocoa or tea when you’re relaxing, seeking comfort, sharing a plate of cookies with family & friends?You know that feeling you get when you drink a yummy cup of cocoa, tea ~ or a hot toddy?

That is what the Heartfelt award is all about feeling warm inside!

The Rules:1) Put the logo on your blog/post.2) Nominate up to 9 blogs which make you feel comfy or warm inside.3) Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.4) Let them know that they have been nominated by commenting on their blog.5) Remember to link to the person from whom you received your award.

I wish to pass out this award to

Little Miss Blogger @A Little blog about nothing:This is her birthday week,and this a little something for her from me.Happy birthday,LMB!

Avada Kedavra @ Stung by the Splendor of a Crazy thought:ME LURVES YA!

Andy @Reflections:Love ya!

Sonja @Humour Bytes

I hope I made a few people smile today:).Now let me hear your acceptance speech!

OH and btw,I'm not done yet.I found this AWESOME,totally cool meme at Yvette's book blog and I have been meaning to do it for a while and since I have nothing much to do but munch on crackers and sip fanta from a can,I think I just might indulge myself.Consider yourself tagged if you want to do it!

Using only books you have read this year (2009), cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a book title.

Describe Yourself: Mistress of the Game

How do you feel:(like) Chasing Harry Winston

Describe where you currently live: Labyrinth

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: (to)The Godfather,LOL

Your favorite form of transport: Papillon(the butterfly)

Your best friend is: The Kiterunner

What's the weather like: Breaking Dawn(inappropriate,but,er..)

Favourite time of day: Twilight (!!!!)

What is life to you: Heroes of the Holocaust

Your fear: Thorn Birds (Crazy,Iknow lol,buts the only thing that almost goes)

What is the best advice you have to give: (always) Love in the time of cholera :D

Thought for the Day: The Devil Wears Prada (so why can't I?!)

How I would like to die: (of) Desperation (How sad!)

My soul's present condition: Dreamcatcher

wow,that was harder than I thought.But its cool,yes?

Happy Weekend!

TMI Thursday:Pet Woes

2009-09-17T08:28:00.003+05:30

Lilu right there has an AMAZING blog,and I swear,if you read her and you aint pissing your pants from laughter,there's something wrong with you.REALLY.So yes,I thought I'd embarass myself today...its not exactly a novel concept in my life,but I haven't done so,so far here on my blog.No,REALLY.I don't mind. Actually I do...I have a limited readership and I'm so jeopardising it.But teehee I so wanted to take part in her TMI Thursdays.Whoopdida.

Visit her to read ALL the TMITs

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There was a time I wanted to have a fur ball of my very own,you know,the kind thats not just stuffed and actually breathes,and cuddles and pees on your neighbour's doorstep?Um yes so I did,you did too and your parents were probably nice enough to get you one,clean up his poop and not grumble.But no.I got a fish tank,the occupants of which died within two weeks and that was the end of it all.Or so they thought,until last year April when dad brought home this

Cute?Yes,I thought so too.Infact I still do,though in one year he transformed me from daddy's little girl to a certified poop scooper.But I love the little bugger.

How can you NOT love this face?

But lately,our little boy has had a little problem.Though he is just one and a half,he is on a sexin' over drive and thinks its okay to have a little hump-di-do when no one's watching.Actually he doesn't care if anyone is watching or not.What can I say?He's a dog!And since I do all the take-caring,poop cleaning,cuddling,he has been climbing up my leg a little too often.

The other day while I was sleeping I had this strange dream that I was in a ship that was about to be ship wrecked.The ship rocked and rolled horriblly,and I did too.And then I woke up with pungent doggy breath in my face.Gypsy wagged his furry rear like a mini windmill and licked my face-chin to forehead,rolled over and lay sprawled on my bed.It was a hot afternoon,I stretched and lazily my hand landed slap on my thigh and came in contact with something wet.Sticky.Bogeylike.Ugh.

If you are eating,I'd request you to keep it away for a moment.Or I guess the damage is already done.

And are you wondering what my furball did to me?I was shell shocked,and TOTALLY grossed out.You would too,if you found out that you were jizzed on by your dog.

Indecisiveness,rain and back again

2009-09-10T09:33:00.004+05:30

I have had a major change mind,yes,AGAIN.I know you wish to hang me upside down and pretend that I'm a pinata,but really I assure you,this was the final swing.I solemnly swear that though mostly I'm upto no good,I'll be loyal to this blog of mine.A new blog DIDNOT work wonders,and I felt incredible pangs of guilt for abandoning her(yes she is my girl).Mama missed you,Mama may pave hell with you,dress and undress you as frequently as possible,publish her nincompoopery though you,but,always remember Mama loves you *sniff*.

So yes,once and for all,the Final Verdict is:Miss Nobody is to strictly restrict her shoutouts,thoughts and litery nothings within thepages/posts of this,and THIS blog only or she will....um....she will...er...be farted at.So there.

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Its been raining continuously the past three days,don't get me wrong I love it when it rains...you would too,if you lived where its summer for more than nine months or just for the sheer raininess of it *heh*.I always love a good pour,and thats what happens here in Kolkata,East India...we even have a saying "It never rains,but pours in India(well the parts where it rains anyway)". This rain might ease the drought situation that was to arise,and would largely makeup for its failure to arrive at the expected time.I bet the farmers are doing their bit of Jingalala, and so are we since the rising price of food (grains as well as vegetables) was not a matter of celebration at all.
But enough is enough already!I love to sit back at home with a good book and a steaming cup of coffee(black) watching the rain lash at the windows and later at the twilight of their intensity watching them slow to a drizzle and fall in light crystal sheets.But,I don't have the scope to take off whenever I want since college started and I do not appreciate the slush and being pressed against wet smelly strangers in crowded buses as a daily commuter.Boo.Plus yesterday I didn't feel like being a part of Alexander Selkirk's solitude,and did what all smart girls do when the gloom's curling black tendrils get to them..
..I went shopping,yaay!
And now two flipflops richer and waiting for a new haircut,I'm feeling considerably happier.
Besides,Bookpusher and Avada Kedavra have been really good bloggy friends.I was given two awards while I was in hibernation.I'll be passing them out shortly :)

Omg,the week is draaaaaaaaging.Argh.
Hows yours so far?

Grounded,thanks

2009-06-24T18:02:00.005+05:30

When we were little,my brother and I,we went to long vacations once a year,not alone ,together with our families[my brother is actually my cousin,and his father is my father's brother].The best part about those was the journey,which more often than not used to be a train journey.We never went out of the country,there are so many lovely places in India that we were yet to tour, we chose to remain within the boundaries and since the distance wasn't that much we travelled by train.
I don't remember my first vacation,I was a toddler of 6 months that time when we went to Rishikesh.But I remember preparing MUCH for the journey than the actual vacation when I could differentiate betweeen the call of nature,hunger,irritation...to be precise when I was older than six months.I had a red backpack which used to be stuffed with candies ,packets of lays and goodies which were passed between ourselves(my brother and I) at night when the grownups had drifted off.At this age,we were too impatient to sit still and ran about the train,occasionally stopping to talk to friendly strangers.Later the backpack(still red) had more of books,a walkman,spare batteries than candies and it was great fun reading in the pleasant hum and movement of the train.In a train more time was spent on catching up with all the hum hos of how life was treating whom,taking an occasional smoke when the train stopped at a station,chatting over chai,observing the changing landscape as we entered into a different state.It reminded me of many Ruskin Bond stories and I often weaved a web of imagination with the train being my only connection with Hogwarts,far away from the craziness of life and homework(Hogwarts also has homework and its own craziness pah,but of a kind I wouldn't mind being a part of)

In 2007 I boarded an airplane for the first time,I was SO excited but everthing changed at take off.I didn't appreciate the sudden speed at which it began to move,the feeling of my heart trying to jump out when the plane was finally air borne.The interior made me claustrophobic,my ears were blocked and however much I tried to gulp air,it stayed that way.I couldn't MOVE,the loo was a pigeon hole,okay larger,but still small.

Moral of the story?I never want to board a flight,EVER.I'll sail,if I have to.Thanks,but fly?The bird kind of flying,yes SURe,but the people flying?Never.

What is your favourite way to travel?

Mistaken belief

2009-06-21T02:29:00.003+05:30

I had lots of ridiculous ideas as a kid,most of them mistaken beliefs and somehow I never went for clarification as the clarifications came to me themselves,and I was happy that way.But SOMETIMES,I made a fool of myself,it didn't seem so bad then,but now urgh *cringe*.

Stupidity stunt #1 When I was 5 without all the good details of marriage,I declared that I wanted to marry my brother.This appalled our neighbour,my grandma sushed me,my dad cracked up.I was puzzled,I was only told that you don't marry your brother.Why ever not?I didn't dare ask.Pah.What good is half a knowledge,eh?

Stupidity stunt #2 :Age 5-8,I believed et al was just a misspelt version of, ate all..

Stupidity stunt #3:I had a lot of confusion regarding where on earth we lived,like yes,really WHERE,inside,outside-and I didn't believe when I was told that we were hanging.I always thought that we lived INSIDE,that you had to make one big hole to take a long drive to space.I think Newton,Copernicus,ate all just died again.

Stupidity stunt #4: I never had any questions regarding where babies came from.However,I was smart enough not to let the world know that I didn't know at a family dinner.I was never curious,I just saw it as natural as you eat you shit-you get married and you get a baby.I was strong believer of the Eat-then-Shit theory,I never knew there could the alternative -the Vending Machine Theory.
So thats it,now you know-I'm the unchallenged queen of stupid.Anyone care to give me company?

How I love Awards!

2009-06-15T11:49:00.005+05:30

Dear Crystal,

I am wishing a tsunami of these for you

for this

And for being the awesome reader you are!!

Here are the rules:1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link.2) Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you’ve newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

I haven't discovered many blogs lately,so I'll be passing it on to just a few people..

Little Ms Blogger

Ashley @I love you more than carrots
Sucharita Sarkar @ Past Continuous
You give!!
Thank you again!and many apologies for such a late acceptance,pah.

Have a nice day!!

Return of the shadow writer

2009-05-28T22:08:00.004+05:30

I'm back to unleash another literary hee-haw on you good people,might ruffle a few feathers,but really I want your honest opinion.Now that my reader base is not really protozoan,I can hope to get some feedback,I guess.

Disclaimer:This is not pointing a finger to any single community,or belief,this goes out to all those trigger happy selfish senseless monsters who tend to hide behind The Big Guy as an excuse to for their every unjustified spread of horror and crimes,through the ages.

The Confessions of a dangerous man

In the name of God

We kill, In the name of God

Power we wield-

Power,to destroy

every Caste and creed,save ours

But chose not to show the sun

To a leaf,inside that seed.

In the name of God

We were forbidden to play,

Forbidden,to be happy,even for a day!

In the name of God

We were taught to fight,

We have borne the burden of gunpowder

All our life.

Flight of a canon,be music to our ears-

Rhubab,piano,tabla-all

Toys of the less ambitious.

In the name of God

We were told to shoot

A sister between her eyes;

Then we hanged her brother,

And killed someone else's wife.

In the name of God

We accomplished everything-all

In one night

But now I'm surrounded by these walls

Grey and foreboding- I pray frantically,

Who else? To God

But He doesn't answer my calls.

Though I'm twenty, I know this is it-the

Twilight of my life.. Memories,sharp

Go back to the day i heard

Them Speak "In the name of greed, we fight

Fresh minds to warp we seek,

Pawns,to accomplish our deeds."

Plagued by thoughts

Now I am,

Is it too late-

To be honest,good or kind?

In the name of God,

Believe me I tried!

But in the name of greed,

They turned me-

Into a poisonous ivy.

Been a while

Since i saw light,

Felt the wind in my hair,

This is my muse-

Name it if you want-

Call it anything, Anything,

But The Confessions of a Dangerous man.

This is to everyone out there who needs to learn that there is a difference between being literate and being educated,the difference between patriotism and terrorism.God isnt up there getting a kick out of your handiwork.I didn't say Your God.Or my God.I said God.Can you spot the difference?

Awards and some rantdi-doodle-doo

2009-05-22T11:26:00.011+05:30

This month it was raining awards for me,and thats a totally good reason to head over to the freezer for that Mocha brownie Fudge,isn't it,isn't it?Regardless of the cal.by now,you must have realised if you have been reading me,that the mocha thing is MAH thing,I never get tired of it,neither eating nor bantering about it.Now,back to the award.Honest scrap.Wow.Me?I'm not really the next Harish Chandra,but I see that it pays(not just the moolah,talk about love) to speak your mind.I really appreciate this award,given by Little Ms blogger.Thank you!!Cookie hailstorm for ya!!

“The HonestScrap award comes with a caveat or two. Firstly, you have to tell your readers ten things about you they may not know, but that are true. Secondly, you have to tag 10 people with the award.”

I have done a lot of tags lately, similar ones,so I'm not really going to bore you with bragging about how awesome I am(bah!),you can do that by reading me(heh!) or by clickety clicking here. But by the end of the post,I might have something that could make you go awww/bahahaha/reminiscing about your days as a shrimp/etc.

And now I'm giving away this award to these AWESOME people,whom you SHOULD read.

Jo at A Majority of Two ( she calls it her boring little blog,but head over and you'll know,bah,boring?!)
Rhian at So here we Are( Her take on life,relationships,and more)
Avada Kedavra at Stung by the splendor of a crazy thought (The more I read her,it seems like hey!I know this person!She seems so like...me!)
Lilu at Liv it,Luv it ( If you don't piss your pants from laughing while going through her blog,then there's something seriously wrong with you)
Crystal at Shortbread (Her updates are the cutest!Read her for all things sassy and fun!)
Bookpusher at the Genteel Arsenal (an awesome book blog and all things life
Sharazad at The Dangerous Pages Review(she has a taste for all things forbidden,apart from the usual, when it comes to reading)
Sonja at humour bytes (Live a little,laugh a lot.Her take on life in a small west Indian town,truth and learning through experiences.)
lovely prism at Bewitched,Bothered and Bewildered (she has the coolest way to classify her mood,with exactly these three words.Aw-sum!)

You must be wondering how this pic would remind you of your days as a shrimp.But thats because we are not at the end of the post yet..You know what this pin reminds me of?Lawyers.Sharp,shiny,intelligent,annoying when they get under your skin,literally and figuratively.And now,you MUSt be thinking why this sudden shift of thought.lol.This is something I have been thinking about for a while,and now I have to spill it.I havent met many lawyers,but the ones I have met annoyed the hell out of me,especially their habit of turning every convo into a courtroom debate,and every statement you make must have a counter statement,even if you say "I am thirsty",they will probably find a way to make you feel guilty for feeling so.This isn't meant to offend anyone,I'm just worried.If,IF,thats a thousand questions raised,get into a law school(now that I have finished High school),would I turn into this prickly porcupine too?ARGH! :(

On a happier note,look what I dug out(and yes you are almost there,but don't get your hopes high,its not much...)

Yours truly,all of four years.Typical Leo,huh?

HeeeHeee.

Ta,folks.Have a nice day!

Tag love

2009-05-15T11:59:00.007+05:30

...by Crystal at shortbread.You should seriously visit her blog,its the cutest ever.It's always a pleasure to visit her.And the best part? I have a loyal reader in her,wooohooo!
I love tags,gives me an excuse to talk about my favourite thing,you-know-who!!
Rules--
1. Mention the person who nominated you (above).
2. List six unimportant things that make you happy
3. Tag six blogs, state the rules & notify them with a teeny comment on their blog.

Six things that make me happy:

Catching up with old friends

Books!Shelves,and stacks of them!

Comments on my posts.*Cough cough* Grinz!

The tv show Friends,watched the reruns a million times but I'm addicted.Wonder if I should get them on Dvd.hmmm...

Icecream.Mocha Brownie fudge!!

Good quotes

and Rain!!

I now tag..

Lovely prism at Bewitched,Bothered and Bewildered

Avada Kedavra at Evanescent Thoughts
Andy at Reflections
Rhian at So here we are

Go,go,go!!
Happy weekend!

New Look!

2009-05-11T11:17:00.003+05:30

You must have realised that as soon as you went clickety click and landed thmpety thump on my page.Say.....how is it?

Picture by Bob.Fornal at Flickr
I HEART my new look,er,the blogy's new look I mean

Thing is,I found this template after a whole lot of searching,trying on atleast 20 more and rejecting them,as is the norm.It may be a tad PINK,okay a lot,but really,truly I love this one.Look around for a bit,shower some love on my furry friend,and come back soon!

Have a nice day!

I always love a good quote

2009-05-08T08:45:00.013+05:30

"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven"-Rabindranath Tagore..

"The planting of trees is the least self-centred of that we do.It is a purer act of faith than the procreation of children"-Thornton Wilder

I'm feeling very green today,heh!So,thats it, plant a tree,save your sinning a*s,siddle into God's good graces and communicate with the Big Guy at a lower cost. :)

Do I hear you scuffling for seeds?Atta,~~boy~~ ~~girl~~ people!

Bringing down the heat

2009-05-04T13:10:00.015+05:30

Q:What did the hurricane say to the coconut tree?

Ans:Hold on to your nuts,this is going to be one hell of a blow job!

Yep,thats what it was,and thats what dipped the mercury.Summer,in Kolkata is a pain in every citizen's royal behind,thanks to the humidity and the temperature has been soaring in the last week of April.Endless sunny skies,clear days may sound and look lovely, but if you get out,you'd probably be back in a box,shrivelled and dehydrated.Ugly! ugh!What makes summer bearable is MANGOES,but no sign of them,ripe ones anyway.So,thats what we have been experiencing,due east,even walking to the fridge and back seems like a hike up the mountains.Yep,you feel THAT lethargic.Unless the storm came along.A breather....

In India,we call them Nor'westers,Kalbaishkhi in Bengal and Mango showers in Kerala,as they help in the growth of the mango crop in the state.These are local storms which bring down the heat,and are especially looked forward to around this time,when the monsoon is still a few months away and rain is the only thing which can reign in the Heat monster.Yesterday was like any other summery Sunday-hot,dry ,the blinding sunlight filtering in through the windows and heating up the rooms like a furnace,parched trees with birds hanging onto the gnarled branches,too tired to call out.It was around 3 pm in the afternoon when the temperature began to drop,steadily and the sun was soon dismissed by thick,DARK,angrylooking clouds which swirled and made their way to every corner that was bright and sunny.This may pose to be a forboding picture,but actually it was one of relief and the temperature dropped a few more degrees as the storm broke and brought with it sweeping rain,falling in crystal sheets.With that came the wondeful,earthy smell of wet soil,of vegetation,a rarity in the concrete jungle of our city.This isn't one of those storms which dampens your mood,but uplifts it,rejunavates you instantly and you'd love it even if it upturns your umbrella,blows it away and leaves you soaking in your office formals .In short,it was a total Ding-di-ding!Its effect is still being felt today,the sun isn't too strong,the temperature not too high and there is still a bit of that dark grey streak on the horizon.Not losing hope,hope it rains,no pours today too!

Apart from that,something else made me happy too.

Yaaay! Another Award! From Sharazad at The Dangerous Pages Review,that too for speaking my mind.Thank you so much,Sharazad! :) Its always a pleasure to visit you!You should really visit her blog too,one which believes in speaking its mind and is as undaunted as they come!You'll love her!

I love pandas!I love blogging!I love awards!And most of all I love loving,and being loved back!

The Wall of life

2009-05-04T09:45:00.001+05:30

I love my Krushers!

Besties

The Boyf

Love looks like..

Debut of the shadow writer

2009-05-02T11:12:00.008+05:30

Shadow Writer: A term coined by Miss_Nobody to mean all those literary fledglings whose works have never seen daylight,mainly to refer to herself.The ~~dumb egg~~ ~~arrogant rascal~~ lazy lulu she is,she refuses to google it,to confirm its existence and is bent on claiming it as her own discovery.As if this wasn't enough,she enjoys refering to herself in the third person.On her blog.For the whole world to see.

Okay! Enough!Sorry folks,the shadow writer in me got the better of me and finally convinced me to post one of my poems,and looks like you have to bear with my literary hee-haw today .Oh,pretty please,don't navigate away!

Here it comes...

Dream Again

I dream a dream

Of silver seas;

Of Fast disappearing mountains

And trees,

Unto nothingness-

That mankind shall ever see.

I dream a dream

Of a world,

Where children are brought up

To shoulder responsibilities,

Instead of guns;where

Peace would reign

Instead of war,

And a dispute wouldn't

End with the

Funeral march of another!

I dream a dream

Of shedding that tag,

Old and frayed-

"Third World",which read;

Of clothing on my countrymen's

backs,food for the stomach,

Not for thought-

Above all,a country,and a world-

In every sphere,well read.

I dream a dream

Of being a faithful daughter,

To my country,my mother and my father,

Of being a loving wife,a doting mother

And a patient friend-

Laughing with them in the golden days,

holding their hands,coursing down

Downtrodden Lanes-

Of being a jubilent lender of

Happiness,a dauntless

Borrower of their pains.

What your heart aches to do,

your dreams make you see-

If I want to fly,ski,

Be crowned queen-

I may so,in a dream!

Dreams maybe pretty,

Dreams could be a farce-

But what would you do

If crystal dreams

shatter like broken glass?

Think not,fear not-

If you shall keep your conscience clean

And pillow soft,

Rest assured,that you shall sleep again,

Fear not for you shall dream again!

Sooooooo,what say you?Love it?Hate it?Aww,c'mon spill it!I want your honest opinion even if its that you want to dearly whack me over the top of my head for wasting your time...no really,keep 'em coming!

I got an Award!!!..drinks on the house,err,which ever house you're in!

2009-05-01T19:32:00.009+05:30

Oh boy! Look what I got!

"The Let's be Friends Awards stands for this: These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. "

My very first award!This is absolutely wizard!My first reaction was Blistering Barnacles!Yep,old man Haddock's signature phrase is my particular favourite too!This was given to me by Bookpusher at the Genteel Arsenal,an amazing blog about books and and all things life outside the covers.Head over for some great reviews!Thank you SO much :) This means a lot to me.

I'm an old netizen,but am new to Blogsville,and yet blogging has turned out to be an AMAZING experience.In the past few months I have discovered a number of great blogs I love visiting-book blogs,personal blogs et al.I love reading about your lives,your loves-your hates,your experiences and inexperiences,triumphs and follies,falling down and getting up again and I love sharing mine with you.

And I feel honoured to give this very special award to:

Rhian @ So here we Are-HER space on blogger,she speaks her mind and wouldn't give two hoots if you don't take to her Mothology,but she's a lovely person to connect with.

Sonja @ Humour bytes,an awesome columnist and an even better friend.Her posts make my day,they all come dipped and well coated in humour,sugar,spice and everything nice!

Sharazad @ Dangerous Pages Review.Head over for all things lit.You'll love her!

Penelope @ Life's Sweet Passions- An adorable blog about all things life :)

Crystal @ Shortbread.Her's is the cutest blog ever!

Budh.aaah @ we even cry the same way-my poet friend :)

Ashley @ I love you more than carrots.I love her Flashback friday posts!

"At the shrine of friendship Never say die, Let the wine of friendship never run dry." - Les Misérables (Jean-Marc Natel & Alain Boublil )

Edit:You need to pass it on to eight other bloggers :) Have a great weekend!

Kiss and tell volume 2

2009-04-29T14:31:00.008+05:30

So yes,I have been tagged again,this time by Avada Kedavra,to post 7 secrets about meself,yup thats what this is all about.In an earlier post, I spilled ten random and pretty much useless facts about myself in the post Kiss and Tell.But this isn't all about my darker side,wait till you get to the end of the post :)

#1:I only LOOK sweet and innocent.When provoked,I throw all demureness out of the window and can put a hardened truck driver to shame.Yep,eww-haw.

#2 I can't stand people who can't/ don't handle books properly.I think twice before lending someone one of my books,I have learnt it the hard way,yessir!I have had some of my books misplaced(gasp),mauled (double gasp).Don't you just hate that?If that makes me selfish,oh yea I'm the Queen bee of All Selfish Bitches Association.

#3 I hate sitting with my back to an open window.I'll jump if you say boo.I'll hide under the nearest table if the branches sway or the leaves rustle.You get the picture?I'm the biggest scaredy cat you'll ever meet!

#4 I've had a crush on my bf since first grade,and I've been earnestly denying that,so shhh. Lol.

#5 I am what you'd call a shadow writer.Yep, I invented the term,right here.Lalala.Hm, so whats a shadow writer?One whose writing has never seen daylight.Which,is me.

#6 I have never been to a bar/nightclub/lounge(*gasp*)...no wait I have been to a lounge,so yes.But here's the saver,I'm underaged,and thats all I have got lol.

#7 I have always wanted an older sister,the warm and fuzzy kind,y'know? Not the bossy,"I'll tell mum if you so much as even breathe" kind.Any takers?I promise not to read your journal,or dunk my face in your compact and a hug guaranteed everytime you feel down.I'll even make you a latte,choco mint or berry blast,you pick :D

iTag: Bookpusher @ The Genteel Arsenal (I loved your post on The graveyard book.Anything vampire rocks my socks!)

Sharazad @ The Dangerous Pages Review

Sonja @ Humour bytes

Lilu @Liv it,Luv it

Remember what I told you about reaching the end of the post?Yaay you made it,now lookie

Thats the best *beat the heat* strategy I could come up with,going over the top with the pixie look,which sorta makes me look like Dixie poop...with hair like this,I don't beat it,I WHACK it.

The truth about life and a shout out

2009-04-26T10:08:00.006+05:30

Let's drive home a few home truths about life:

Donot drink water,fishes f*ck in it.

Gravity is bull shit,basically the earth SUCKS.

NOBODY dies a virgin,Life f*cks everyone.

Hehe,kidding..just an excuse to wish you a happy Sunday.Hope your weekend,so far,has been better than mine,which if you want to know was full of power cuts,swatting flies and building the best strategies to beat the heat.SO far,not so good.
Now to go on with the shoutout...my computer is acting up everytime I try to comment on a blog with an embedded comment form and the comment is not posted (obviously,*rolls eyes*).This goes out especially to Bookpusher at The Genteel Arsenal and budh.ahh at we even cry the same way.Guys,I have been reading all your posts but my silly computer wouldn't let me post any comments on your blog.

Bookpusher's post on Choices was very interesting.It dealt with how individuals choose what to read,whether they are influenced by the big names in publishing,an Amazon rating or reviews ,both on blogs and the print media.For me,choosing what to read has never been difficult.I read anything and everything,right from glossy fashion magazine to political periodicals and ofcourse the real treats,BOOKS, as we know them.Being an impulsive bookshopper I pickup books based on the little paragraph on the back,or depending on the writer.I rarely go by reviews,I have always chosen to go ahead and taste it for myself.And,nay,rarely have I been disappointed.I meant to post this as a comment on her blog,but am forced to post it on mine.

My Mocha Brownie Fudge calls.In the words of a Looney Toons banner,that's all folks!

Speak softly,my love

2009-04-24T13:13:00.005+05:30

"Speak Softly Love (Love Theme From The Godfather)" is a song written for The Godfather (1972), the first film in the Godfather trilogy. While its instrumental version is simply known as "The Godfather theme", "Speak Softly Love" is the vocal version. The words and music are by Larry Kusik and Nino Rota....Wikipedia
Yesterday I watched The Godfather (I) for the nth time and I was totally smitten by the theme music,and I was surprised that I hadn't noticed it before.Sacriligious! But thats probably because I last watched it about two years ago,that too in parts,with the pressure of the upcoming Board exams(10 the grade secondary exams).Nope,thats not an excuse!I was inattentive and that is inexcusable.heh!

I'm not much of a sucker for movie themes,least of all James Bond and MI themes.But the Godfather theme just kept playing in my head every time I closed my eyes...
And now I'm crazy about it! I even downloaded the tune and I'm using it as my ringtone :)

This is how it appears in the movie,the original theme

I youtubed the theme for a while and came across one played on violin

I'm not a big fan of the sinister guy in the video,but he does play it well,heart rendering,if you may call it.

I also love this(the video is underneath) song from the movie The City of Angels

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

and

When you say nothing at all from the movie Notting hill,sung by Ronan Keating

Note to self:Google the notes of the godfather theme and learn to play it on the guitar.WHEEE !

Kiss and tell

2009-04-23T11:38:00.011+05:30

I have been tagged to spill it,ten useless facts about myself that ya'll could live without knowing.Aparajita(di),dropped a line and made my day as I was racking my brains to come up with a good post today.Easy way out,eh?That too on my favourite subject-ME! My day can't get any better( or I guess it could,it could rain,you know,37degree C is too unbearable for words.)Now, to go ahead with the seemingly endless stream of tittle tattle thats going on in my head,

#1.I love reading.This isn't a secret,never was and if you look around my page for a while you would have deduced it yourself,without all the hum-ho of rocket science and me typing it out on a noisy keyboard.So,thats a premise.Nothing implied.Here's the secret part,I'm an impulsive shopper when it comes to books,I'll pick up any book if the little paragraph thingy on the back seems interesting.Not all of them have turned out to be good reads,but the goodreads outnumbers the eggs 100 to 1.Labyrinth by Kate Mosse is one such buy,and I loved it.

#2 I love fantasy.I love Harry Potter,Eragon,Bewitched ( does anyone remember that show?Samantha was a witch married to a human and they have a little witchlet called Tabitha?),Charmed,all of it,books ,movies, tv shows are equally appealing to me.Anything paranormal is supercool.

#3 I LOVE black nailpolish.Nope,its no longer a gothic/emo accossory.I started wearing it recently,and I sure have to admit it has a zing in itself and is a perfect example of how one accessory can change your whole look.Nope,you don't need to have purple shadows under your eyes to flaunt dark nails anymore.A total Ladida,eh?

#4 I'm a bit of a green lover and anything envoironment friendly.Nothing is as deadly as Mother Nature scorned.*Bites nails,scooby doo style*

#5 I used to be bit of an introvert,felt *negative vibes* from every second person,however thats changed now.Sure I like meeting likeminded people,but I believe that there are so many dimensions to a human being,the likemindedness is just apparent,and even two diametrically opposite people can get on well,given a chance and time.

♥♥♥♥

#6 I have an amazing boyfriend whom I have known for almost my whole life( known him for 13 years,been with him for 2 :) ).He has to be the sweetest,nicest and the funniest guy ever,and he absolutely adores me,and the feeling is mutual :)

#7 I'm about to make a grand exit from my teens in a couple of years,but I'm still scared of the dark.

#8 I have the bestest bestfriend in the whole wide world,who sticks with me no matter what is as crazy as I am.We are quite a pair!We love to laugh,and sometimes for no reason O_o(Am I scaring you? ;) )

Us~

#9 I hate crowded places,and night clubs are a big no-no for me.I'd rather lounge around at home and have a few friends over to join in the fun.

#10 I am currently addicted to blogging and changing things around on my page.

Yep,thats me.Crazy,impulsive,talkative :D

iTag: Rhian @ So here We are

Jo @ A Majority of Two

Ashley @ I love you more than carrots

Penelope @ Life's Sweet Passions

Crystal @ Shortbread

Here's what you have to do: Select ten random things about yourself and post them for all your friends to see and tag five people at the end of your post.

Chop chop! Have a nice day!

Drugs make you give up...

2009-04-20T14:26:00.002+05:30

I found this while researching for my drug abuse project,amazing isn't it?There are so many of us grasped in the vice like grip of the little pills,what should we do? Ostracize them?

Quite the contrary.Be vigilent,a slip can happen at 14 or 45...

Prevent Drug Abuse.

iSpeak,uSpeak:Interview thing

2009-04-17T11:40:00.007+05:30

Jo,at AMajority of Two had this interview thing going a couple of days ago.My blog,so far has been a meme free zone.But its going to change,for I decided to take up her offer of interviewing and being interviewed,but not in that order.I have to post my answers to five questions she put up on her blog,and if you want to do it too,consider yourself tagged...I'll be posting five questions for you at the end of my post.So here I go.

1. Have you ever been influenced by a work of art – music, painting, book – and if so, how?
The most romantic answer to this probably would be by music,but I'd have to say a book.The Odessa file by Frederick Forsyth.The Odessa File is a "thriller" novel , first published during 1972, about the adventures of a young German reporter attempting to discover the location of a former SS concentration-camp commander.
The name ODESSA is an acronym for the German phrase "Organisation der ehemaligen SS-Angehörigen", which translates as “Organization of Former Members of the SS”. The novel alleges that ODESSA is an international Nazi organization established before the defeat of Nazi Germany for the purpose of protecting former members of the SS after the war.(courtesy,dear wiki).This book was the first historical fiction I read,and it made me look at International relations in the modern world from a completely different point of view.
2. If you were a chocolate bar, what type would you be?
The type loved by one and all!
3. What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex?
Nothing works better than a good sense of humour.Coupled with the right attitude,it sure is a winner.
4. What, in your opinion, is your greatest accomplishment?
Greatest?Hm Okay.Should I be honest? or should I be good ?*winks*
For the majority of my teen years, I struggled with a weight problem,which if given a free reign could have had resulted in Juvenile diabetes(though at 18 I wouldn't consider it juvenile) and morbid obesity in future.But now I have tackled that monster,thanks to right excercise and a proper healthy fizzy-drink and junk food free diet.
5. How many friends do you have on your Facebook account?
I'm not that active on Facebook,it isn't a cult thing India,well I can't speak for a billion plus population,so I'd rather say the people I know anyway.To cut a long story short,not many.I'm much more of a Orkut person,and a couple of years ago I used to be a myspace adict.Besides,I only use SN sites to keep in touch with my friends,not for making new ones.I believe in actually going out and meeting people in person rather than with a screen and a thousand miles between us.Blogging,however,is a different issue...there are so many bright minds at work in the blogoshphere that its too good to resist!

Thats the end of it.You can answer these five questions or choose from the five I'm typing below.
1.Have you ever been through a wierd fashion phase?
2.To tackle the ever increasing problems like global warming,terrorism etc do you think that a World State would be more successful,or a confederation of states?
3.Say, some time in future we are so blessed that we can not only choose our friends,but also our family.For or against?
4.If you could have a career,other than what you have now,what would you like to be?
5.What are the things in your life that make you feel complete,the things which make you feel you don't want to be anybody but YOU?

Go play!

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Thoughtless Thursday

2009-04-16T22:44:00.006+05:30

Nothing blogworthy happened today.Well I'd be lying if I said that.The truth is,I'm just to lazy to write about it.LOL.A quick recap.

I made a headway with time and work problems.(argh maths!)

Gypsy(my dog) didn't chew any major miss-worthy thing today.

My friends said I look good in my new glasses.And they also said that my face looks more math worthy with the glasses(NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

Pish.And ofcourse,a blog makeover again.Summer.Thats my excuse for the light coloured template.heh!I don't know whats wrong with the three column templates I dig so much...they don't have unlimited flexibility to be customised,as blogger says,but then they aren't by blogger anyway.

Its almost 11 pm at my part of the world and my brain feels like a wrung sponge.Though I'd like to fall back into my bed and drift off to lala-land,I'm not ready to end the day yet.Geez,how wierd did that sound lol.Did you know that we spend almost 1/3 of our life sleeping?

I guess I would just get back to my book.

Yup,this would be sufficient to give me an adrenalin rush :)

So,what are you reading right now?

Summer

2009-04-14T16:05:00.005+05:30

Summer is upon us at 22° 32' North 88 ° 22' East ,Kolkata, India,the world...okay thats it.Having lived in a tropical country all my life,summer is practically here for 3/4th parts of the year.December to February was a blessing,no heat, no sweat.Clear skies,sunny days yet you don't feel the sun burn your skin,just a gentle caress of warmth.And now its that time of the year again-whirring ceiling fans,frantically reaching for the remote to switch on the AC as soon as you get home and wishing that you could drown yourself in your bathtub.Mercury rising.As I try to wrestle my mind into the math problem in front of me and the errant mind tries as hard to drift off to Timbuktoo,here's what I'm dreaming of

Mountains,well I love 'em.But not as much as the sea.

Blue lagoon,the best chiller for a hot afternoon.Throw in a hammock and a good read.Ah,sweet,blessed heaven!

Vanilla,with chocolate sauce and nuts.I'm going nuts just by looking at it!

Message In a Bottle:Review

2009-04-11T11:07:00.005+05:30

Currently my literary diet has been consisting of a lot of romance novels,beginning with A walk to remember by Nicolas Sparks.This bitter sweet romance convinced me to pick up another well known book of his, Message in a Bottle.

Theresa,a single mom embittered in love by a cheating husband finds a letter in a bottle,washed ashore by the waves on the beach.A letter straight from the heart,sensitive and so touching that it wasn't surprising that tears sprang to her eyes instantly .She shows the letter to her colleague,friend and confidante Deana,who convinces her to publish the letter in her parenting column.Theresa felt that a letter so personal shouldn't published but she grudgingly gave in when Deana insisted that it would be like a fresh breeze in a world where love is fast disappearing.The response to the letter turns out to br overwhelming,and she comes to know about two other letters by the same person.Her curiosity gets the better of her and with Deana's help she tracks down Garret,the author of the letters and flies down to Wilmington.

Garret had lost his wife a few years ago,and had known no greater love than love for his beloved wife,Catherine.To deal with his loss,he addressed letters to her,sealed it in a bottle and threw it overboard from his boat, Happenstance-a boat he and his wife had patiently rebuilt and hoped to sail off into the sunset or feel its hull touch European shores someday.This is when Theresa comes into his life,like an intoxicating autumn breeze and before he even realizes he is madly in love with her.

Things would have been rosy,had Theresa not been a mom.She was apprehensive whether Garret would accept the child and give him as much love as her son deserved.Garret on the other hand,is plagued by guilt.He felt that he was betraying Catherine by falling for Theresa,and he begins to have recurrent dreams of his wife,most of which ended with with her disappearing into a thick fog.Plus,Theresa was settled in Boston.She had a flourishing career as a columnist,whereas Garret had not known life outside Wilmington and big cities,the hustle the race for survival confused him.
Both of them knew,a time would come when it would be the moment of truth:Whose life would change completely?Who would be willing to give it all up?

Would their relationship survive the distance and the test of time?Would Catherine haunt their relationship forever?Find out.All you have to do is turn a few pages.

iRate-4stars

Top 5 things thats bugging me currently

2009-04-08T17:27:00.006+05:30

Whenever I think of top somethings,it always reminds of my myspace days.But thats not really relevant here,unless I link it with the bandwidth bug(ger).

Annoying thing #1:
These days I'm doing a lot of blog hunting and I often come across blogs I would love to join.But Lo! Something comes happens to this icky pc of mine whenever theres an embedded comment box at the bottom and all I get after I've spent a minute and a half of putting relevant (and irrelevant) pieces of my thoughts into the box is "Error on page".Read:Your comment has not been posted and wouldn't be even if you go on pressing that little button a hundred times.Mighta well forget it mate.Gah!

Annoying thing #2:
My inability to stick to one single theme.Or template.Whatever you call it.I'm forever changing my templates on my blog,and thats not a good thing.Dad reckons its a sign that my sane days are numbered[???????]Is it just me?Please no.If anyone says no,I'll pat your head and give you a cookie.Really.Truly.Gah.Phooey.

Annoying thing #3:
I thought I had left math behind for good.But now that I'm preparing for an entrance test to college for law,I see that I have to start off with maths again because most questions in the paper would be Multiple Choice questions,having the probablity of more than one answer (in sections Logical Reasoning,Legal Reasoning) and you can only be sure about your math answers,because no math problem( the type we have anyway) can have more than one answer.I would probably spent the entire time cracking math,thats the subject I struggled with for the major part in school.Amd then there's the logical reasoning part. Some of which go like
All tigers are monkeys.All monkeys are pens.All pens are boats.Choose the correct conclusion:
A:No monkey is a boat
B All tigers are boats
C:None
The first day I marked all similar questions as C.Duh.How can a tiger be anything else except itself?At best it can be a big tiger,a Bengal tiger,a White tiger.But a monkey?
But guess what? The answer is B.Go figure.Apparently you solve these by drawing Venn diagrams.Some thing like this:

Are you still with me?Phew.Good :)

Annoying thing #4
My dog.He turned a year old yesterday,yet he is h*rny as hell.I love him and everything.He is oh so adorable.Especially when I come back home and he stares at me with eyes that seem to say "you are the centre of my universe".But I mean c'mon!
.Do you really have to crawl up my leg and hump ME? Or my favourite pillow?and I can't even go up to my dad.What do you I say ?"Hey dad,I think the guy needs to do it.Fast.Or he'll do me."

Annoying thing #5
The Bandwidth.The measley Bandwidth.I am stuck with our old pc,because of some technical impediments in our area,the telephone company cannot give us a new connection.If I surf through a few blogs,youtube or any heavy site (read flash sites,pages with a lot of graphics,etc) my bandwidth seems to canter off towards the Pole Star.

And I'm undecided on this one. An Earworm.Nope,I don't have icky slugs crawling outta my ears.Its this song,which has been going "Nanananan-nan-nana" in my head ever since I listened to it.I have this habit of song hunting on myspace and youtube,and often I have come across barely known bands thats I absolutely adore.But
this isn't by any barely known band.The song is So What by Pink.I'm undecided because I simple LOVE this song.It has a lot of spunk.Listen to it you'll know.Go ahead.I'll wait.

*Whistles tunelessly*

Hmmm,is it Nana-na-ing in your head yet?

A walk to remember:A review

2009-04-07T14:56:00.005+05:30

A walk to remember by Nicolas Sparks might seem a lot like Love Story by Erich Segal,yet I believe this is amazingly better woven and lingers in your mind unlike very few other romance novels.

Jamie Sullivan is an oddity among her high school peers.She wears the same brown cardigan to school everyday,has been carrying the same withering Bible and wears her hair in that same boring bun.Nothing about her is remotely exciting.To top it all,she is the daughter of the town's Baptist minister,a strict disciplinarian.She has been a goody two shoes all her life and rich boy Landon Carter was least likely to fall in love with her.But in a twist of fate Landon finds himself without a partner for a school dance and though he never dreamt of having Jamie as a partner,he eventually does.Jamie doesn't turn out to be an exact bore,however he is scared to admit that to his friends,and most of all himself and eagerly denounces all his ties with her.But he finds himself unable to turn down a request Jamie comes up to him with .His friends laugh behind his back,life becomes intolerable and yet he choses to stick to his promise for a reason he seems to be clueless about.His days spent with Jamie are a sort of learning pageant for him.He comes to realise the happiness of giving,of loving and being loved back,of tiny things that make huge differences in lives of so many.

In Landon's own words,"When I was seventeen,my life changed forever.I know there are people who wonder when I say this.....

....My name is Landon Carter and this is my story;I promise to leave nothing out.First you will smile,and then you will cry-don't say you haven't been warned."

iRate-4 stars

A Ghost Story

2009-04-04T14:08:00.004+05:30

Thats probably not the most innovative/interesting/attractive title I could have chosen for a post,but I promise you something good if you stick with me.

I don't know why we have to believe in something/someone who doesnot exist or does in another plane of existence when there are millions of births a day and a million things tangible to believe in .I really don't know.But I always have been a big a scaredy cat.For instance,I have never watched a horror movie alone,only with a room full of people and from behind a cushion.I would hide behind a tree if anyone shouts BOO.My fear stems from,not an absolute belief in Them,but the dubious question of a What if? on their existence.Boy do I sound like a loser.Them.Bah.Inspite of my fear for the unknown(in this case,ghosts,phantoms,spirits) I have always loved ghost stories.Though I know I'd probably need an escort to the washroom at night,I threw that to the wind.

During one such story telling session something weird happened.We ( me and my friends) were at another friend' house.We were twelve yearsold at that time and our friend's house is one of those big old colonial houses,few of which are left in South Calcutta.It had large airy windowsthe size of doors,the ceilings were extremely high,and each room was like a miniature ballroom.In short it was magnificent.We were in her room while she was narrating the history of that house,which was about a 100 years old and has been with her family for more or less the same time.We moved on to refreshments for a while and one of us was telling the story of a horror movie she had recently watched.As usual I was sandwiched between two of my friends,voluntarily ofcourse.When the horror movie story ended,talk turnedd to the house again.S,whose house it was,was telling us about the clattering in the attic,a room which looked itself at times and her grandmother.She was mostly brought up her grandma,and her demise a few months ago saddened her.She was saying for days after,she could feel her presence,like she was still there.One of us said that it was common when you lost a loved one.Our friend,S is an asthma patient and had trouble sleeping if a sleeping somebody's hand(or foot :D)landed on her stomach.She usually slept with her grandma,but after a few weeks she was sleeping with her mother.In sleep her mother's hand landed on her mouth and as if on cue soemthing heavy lifted her mother's hand off her face.This awoke her mother,and to be sure she tried to put her hand on S again,but something impeded the movement of her arm.At the end of this story,we sat astounded in a circle,when a loud Hmm reverberated through the room.It wasn't one of us.It

seemed the Hmm was meant to sound like "Yes,I know you are talking about me".And we fled the room screaming.

As if this wasn't enough.Another day we met at another friend's house and a few adventorous ones amongst us wanted to do a planchet.None of us were even sure how to do it,though everybody was interested,even me.All we knew that we had to concentrate and the spirit would communicate through a medium.Before P could say anything,we decided to call on her grandfather.Everyone sushed her.They thought that she was scared,and consoled her by saying that people who love us continue to do so even if they are not with us.Suddenly one of us

was speaking in a deep voice,not her own and her eyes seemed to be rolling back.She simply said"I miss my grand daughter",yet it scared the undigested roughage out of us.The good thing,however was it was over in a few minutes.We were breathless,perspiring,shaking and totally speechless.That was when P sputtered "but...bbbut my grandpa is alive!"

The medium was then buried under heavy blows from anything that could be found nearby!

People in General

2009-04-01T10:11:00.004+05:30

GREAT PRESENTATION SKILLS ......= Able to B.S. a lot

GOOD COMMUNICATION SKILLS ......= Spends lots of time on phone

AVERAGE EMPLOYEE ...............= Not too bright

EXCEPTIONALLY WELL QUALIFIED ...= Made no major blunders yet

WORK IS FIRST PRIORITY .........= Too ugly to get a date

ACTIVE SOCIALLY ................= Drinks a lot

FAMILY IS ACTIVE SOCIALLY ......= Spouse drinks, too

INDEPENDENT WORKER .............= Nobody knows what he/she does

QUICK THINKING .................= Offers plausible excuses

CAREFUL THINKER ................= Wont make a decision

AGGRESSIVE .....................= Obnoxious

USES LOGIC ON DIFFICULT JOBS ...= Gets someone else to do it

EXPRESSES THEMSELVES WELL ......= Speaks English

METICULOUS ATTENTION TO DETAIL .= A nit picker

HAS LEADERSHIP QUALITIES .......= Is tall or has a loud voice

EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD JUDGEMENT ...= Lucky

KEEN SENSE OF HUMOUR ...........= Knows a lot of dirty jokes

CAREER MINDED ..................= Back Stabber

LOYAL ..........................= Cant get a job anywhere else

hmmm.really? Lol This is just a fun forward I dug out and it isn't meant to offend anyone :)

An open letter

2009-03-25T11:52:00.002+05:30

Dear Ms. Rowling,
I hope this letter finds you in excellent health and peace of spirit and mind. This has been stashed away at one corner of my hard drive for weeks now, and its like being six again, writing to Santa, except that there is no speculation about your existence.
I have known Harry and his friends for nine years now, so you could say I practically grew up with him.It was such fun! My copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone, a Bloomsbury edition, made its way into my hands on my 10th birthday.It was around 2000 that you can say that “Potter Mania” hit me and my friends and we have been ardent fans ever since.I finished the four books in about 2 months, but had to wait for the fifth one since it was not out yet. Those were the days! We would scrounge the internet for possible teasers, rumors ,took book quizzes the results of which were proudly emailed off to friends, a sort of invitation to a challenge- “Who knows potter better”,which of course were eagerly taken up J.
It was around 2002 that the first movie released.Obviously, me and my friends had booked the tickets in advance and showed up an hour earlier,eagerly waiting for our favorite storybook character to come alive. That was a landmark day for us,you could say.Though we became instant Dan Fans, we remained loyal to the Harry between the pages too.At this point it may seem that we ate,drank,slept and talked Hogwarts, which is not entirely false,for we did.Time and again we had wished for a Lumos,Reparo(that one time when I broke my mom’s favourite china dinner plate), a pepper up potion(whenever we caught a deathly cold), a wingardium Leviosa or even an Avada Kedavra! Mars bars and Hershey’s no longer interested us, we ached to loot Honeydukes!!
When all those years we had to wait for the next book to come out, we used to hate it.We couldn’t wait to read more, see more and discuss more Harry. Now a year has passed since I read the last book and ironically, I crave for that wait which used to annoy me so much. It still hasn’t sunk in that there wouldn’t be any more new stuff to read about the Trio.New adventures of Harry and Voldemort now live in a few good fanfictions I found on the net. Now and again I come across a headline “Rowling says she would write for adults next” and “New adventures from Rowling to hit bookstores”…all of these have been nothing but disappointing and disheartening rumours.
I have grudgingly come to accept that there wouldn’t be no more about Harry.I guess I could live with that, but the moot point of this letter is that I,we,all of your fans around the world want more from you,even if it isn’t about Hogwarts. Create magic for us again!!
For more reasons than one,you are my hero!!!You are the best muggleborn sorceress ever!!
May our wands stay sharp!
With tons of hope in my heart,
Yours truly,
S

Social Networking:Aye or Nay

2009-03-14T11:07:00.006+05:30

I have bee an honorary netizen for 5 years now,having spent much of my time at myspace,hi5,forums,Deviantart and a whole bunch of other whats-its-names,now tired but not retired and peacefully settled at Orkut.This association of mine with the world wide web has been looked at,dissected,commented on and criticsed from various angles ranging from "OH!your myspace page is SO HAWT!"(myfriends), "Do something constructive"(my dad),"If I open an account,will you email me daily?"(uh Mom,we live in the same house),"See if she doesn't get molested,I'll change my name"(once a year lulus-the kind whose interaction with you is limited to a phonecall on your birthday which goes something like this :

I-dunno-who:Hey happy birthday! Me:Thank you!!

-dunno-who:So whatcha doing today? Me:*rattles off stuff* ,I-dunno-who:K,gtg see you then. Me:k,take care. I-dunno-who:Oh btw,you did recognise me didn't you? ME:UHH..*UH-OH*!)

As I look back now and contrast between Then and now,I recognise a pattern.The *then* patternwas "Meet as many new people as possible,decorate your page with the glitziest icons,the sparkliest backgrounds,ape your new friends as much as possible to meet more newer and and more popular ~~myspace/hi5 whores~~ friends. And the now pattern is Throw decorating to the winds,connect with your friends,the kind you did or still do get to see on a more or less regular basis.Blogging,however,is a different issue.I have met such wonderful people,got to know their views on different things,get to laugh with them,wish to be a borrower of their pains whther I *meet* them or not.

Social networking can be a boon or a curse,depending on how you use it.I for one have never put personal information like contact numbers or my address online.You just don't do it.The networking sites are sitting up,and there are n number of options to lock your albums or lets you limit the amount of information you want to show to people who are not in your immediate cirle or *list*.I have been silly at times,let slip stuff and had sulked or frowned whenever anyone chided me for it.Major dumbo,I know.You can do a lot of silly things when you are 13,14,15 or even at 40.Reign it in,and you'll be ok!Some people pretend like they haven't learnt to look before they leap,and well,leap.It is for the worldy wise to make sure that they find a safe place to land.The *virtual* world can be a dangerous place.A world wide masquerade,if you so please.People can be whoever they want to be so its important to watch your step.If anybody sounds wonky,don't proceed just because you have a screen and a thousand miles separating you.A few days ago Myspace removed a few hundred sex offenders from their network.But it all depends on how you use it,such is technology.You can use it to feed or blow up a whole nation,similarly you can use it to close up the distance between your loved ones,make your life easier with e-payments,e-tickets et al or pave hell with your life.Some find it too complex a medium to stay in touch,but thats totally up to them.I'm pretty happy doing what I do over here.So,over loud protests(maybe not) Miss nobody squeaks,nope clears her throat, and firmly says,Aye.

P.s:I still haven't gotten over decorating my page lol,though glitters don't attract me anymore.

Disclaimer:This post is not intended to offend anybody,you may chose what you want ,its upto you.Or any of the mentioned social networking sites.These are just my views.And neither am I encouraging teenagers or young adults to hang on to the edge of their keyboards.This is the time you *build* yourselves,use it carefully.Treat it like a ticking time bomb. :D

The Host: a review

2009-03-11T13:06:00.005+05:30

The Twilight Seriesby Stephanie Meyer is the latest rage,started by a dear friend at school,Nabanita.I was hooked to the book from the very first page and proceeded to the rest of the books in the series New moon,Eclipse and Breaking dawn.Oh,and they are highly recommended!
By the 50th page of Twilight I had become a die hard Stephanie Meyer fan.So the next weekend I checked in at Starmark and bought The Host(I'm an impulsive buyer when it comes to books.That day I picked up another book Labyrinth by Kate Mosse,which I loved.Might post a review soon!)
Okay, sticking to the story...What would you do if your soul was poured into another's body and that someone refused to go away?Wanderer,is a cherished alien.She has lived on seven planets and our planet earth is her eighth.So,a li'l problem like a troublesome host shouldn't have bothered her,or so she thought.That was until Melanie began to show her living memories and Wanderer begins to empathise with her.She agrees to assist Melanie in a quest to find her little brother Jamie and Jared,Melanie's one true love.In this quest,with a nosy Seeker(not the Harry Potter kind) hot on her trail Wanderer begins to question the fruitfulness of the whole invasion and even her own existense.Will Wanderer ever get rid of her pesky host?Will she seek solace somewhere else?Find out!
What do you have when the story progresses effortlessly and a 550 page book seems like light reading?A good book.That is what this book is.If you loved Twilight,you should definately go for it.
iRate:5 stars

Q and A

2009-03-08T10:31:00.003+05:30

My dad's collegue sent me this book,the novel by Vikas Swarup, whichhas been adapted into the movie Slumdog Millionaire .One more added to my bookfair pickups.Happy un-birthday to me!! Yaaay :D

Pet wows

2009-03-07T10:00:00.007+05:30

adopt your own virtual pet!

As a little girl I always wanted a furry little friend of my own.But I was always bombarded with a thousand excuses not to have a pet around what with both my parents working and me going off to school and all.ord all.But I ranted and and cribbed and my parents got me an aquarium and I had a lovely time pressing my face against the glass and watching the little things frolicking around with a little flick of their tails.It was lovely to see an entire ecosytem thrive in a glass box.They didn't need all that looking after like a dog or a cat and we were all happy.But one unfortunate morning I woke up to see that the aquarium had leaked and all my fishes were long dead.Since then I hadn't had any more pets.But a year ago my dad came home with a large box nd this is what he had inside! <

Gypsy at 21 days

The first few months were tedious...he was always hungry and did his stuff all over the place!But it was all worth it.The best part is when you come back home after a hard day at work or school( yes,you CAN have a trying time at school too :P) and you are greeted with a VERY wet lick and a look that says "I missed you,you are the centre of my universe."Its been almost a year and he grew up so fast.When dad brught gypsy home, I didn't realise that I was going to have a dog and a lamb all rolled into one.Kinda like that puppy you see in the Vodafone adds,only not half as smart lol.He would prefer chewing my sock instead of bringing it to me.When he was teething he chewed our new remote,a twenty rupees note ,which I recognised by the perforated half a face of Mahatma Gandhi(!),my new ballerina slippers,cushion covers and what not.But its all worth it when you are having a nightmare and the little one gives you yet another lick,a nudge of his wet nose and rests furry his furry head on your feet.aww,the cuteness.

My little boy,Gypsy

They just need a li'l lovin'
And theywill love you right back
Young or old,Fat or thin

Somebody,ANYbody sound the bell

2009-03-01T14:44:00.007+05:30

People who gracefully move from one phase of life to the other are the true artists.I,however,am a moper,a whiner,and tend to cling to the days bygone.The last day of our school passed months of ago with much celebration,signing yearbooks and teary goodbyes.

A friend on orkut posts pictures of us in school yesterday and here I am,getting strangely nostalgic.Hence this post.The fights,makeups,jokes,hanging the underdogs and then feeling guilty about it later,teasin',being teased,new crushes,still crushing or trashing old ones,all of it.I miss it all.The worst part*gulps* is leaving my friends behind...many of us are leaving the city to attend college elsewhere.I hate it when the only contact left with old friends are an ocassional email,a text message or a scrap in orkut.People who could tell, at just a glance, whether ur down in the dumps,harbouring a secret or trying hard to supress an ecstatic bit of tidbit inside you are reduced to people who call you once a year to wish you on your birthday.Or worse. Being incomunicado with these amazing people I have known my whole life is a pain I would find hard to bear.Yea,boo hoo.School life,me thinks, is a mould any cookie would hate living out of.

This is it,

The twilight of

My decade and a half of sheboleths;

Now I'm free to go anywhere,

But Teacher won't you

Tell me to

Clip my nails and

Plait my hair..

2009-02-26T17:00:00.002+05:30

Miramar beach,Goa.December 2007
South Goa,December 2007

Making his presence felt,

Summer is here,shuffling his feet at the gate-

Faraway dreams of faraway places

India at the Oscars

2009-02-24T12:33:00.007+05:30

Needs no introduction but..
Slumdog Millionaire is a 2008 British drama film directed by Danny Boyle, co-directed by Loveleen Tandan and written by Simon Beaufoy. It is an adaptation of the Boeke Prize-winning and Commonwealth Writers' Prize-nominated novel Q & A (2005) by Indian author and diplomat Vikas Swarup.(Wikipedia)

Everyone who watched Slumdog Millionaire loved it.So did I. And now I'm so,so proud!.Just wanted to congratulate every one involved with the movie for their immense success.

..And A.R. Rahman,the maestro and Gulzar for making India proud.

Christian Colson(producer) holds the Academy award for Best Picture(sourse Yahoo news)
Ian Tapp, Richard Pryke and Resul Pookutty (left to right) hold the Oscars for achievement in sound mixing for their work on Slumdog Millionaire.
Child Actors from the movie(Sourse Yahoo news)

Danny Boyle, holding his Best Director Oscar for Slumdog Millionaire, posing with Dev Patel and Freida Pinto on the red carpet after the show.

Next to shine at the Oscars was Smile Pinky, a 39 minute documentary made by Emmy-nominated producer Megan Mylan about a six year old girl born with a lip deformity,in Mirzapur(India).This is the story about her struggle for happiness,as she is shunned by society for her lip as a corrective surgery was out of the question (and budget).

Produced in Hindi (with English subtitles), ‘Smile Pinki’ won the Oscar for best short docmuentary.

A huge "Jai Ho" To all of you!

One to many

2009-02-21T10:44:00.004+05:30

Worry meters tipping high
A thousand thrills,
A thousand chills;
Won't lie,
Won't say I don't have a clue,
I have what you call
Exam blue(s)!

Lousy attempt at poetry heh!but yea,my exam starts in a week and my head is about to explode!My attention span is so less, and I'm getting easily distracted,thats the last thingthat should happen NOW!

Lashkar Alert:Let has 320 cities of the world on their hitlist,20 from India itself.So,the next time you go out, carry a box with you.You never know what they might bring you home in.Happy living!:D
Don't blame me for being pessimistic,or overly sarcastic...This bit of news put me in a vile mood!

There's a horde of upcoming movies that I'd love to watch.Okay,not a horde but 2 lol.(Now this makes my mood milder)

Firstly,Valkyrie staring Tom Cruise, which is a historical thriller based on world war II,and as usual all things WWII(and WWI,or in general hitorical thrillers) drive me crazy :D!

Valkyrie Trailor

...And secondly Delhi6,a Rakesh OmPrakash Mehra( Rang De Basanti fame) film. Rang De Basanti was brilliant and i have probabl watched it a hundred times over and am still not tired of it.One of the biggest reasons being that only once in a while comes a Bollywood film this good. I Calcutta times says not to expect another RDB,but let the film sink in.Ok.I promise to be good :D

Is it just me?

2009-02-17T11:04:00.009+05:30

Or does everyone tire of their layout/template by the end of one week? Argh its maddening.This week itself I changed three templates,from Minima Dark to thisawayrose and now I finally decide that i like this one What a woman wants from btemplates.com.I browsed for hours till i chose this one.The ones i reallly liked turned out to have headers and categories in PORTUGESE.Bummer :(
Still a bit aprehensive about this one...is it a bit,erm too Foxy?

Lol dunno, guess I'm going to stick with it for a couple of weeks anyway!

Oh,and see that shiny,sexay 5 stars?Thats a rating widget i got at Outbrain.Grab one if you want one!

I'm listening to Mltr after AGES!You should too ;)
Take some time out to listen to these:
25 minutes by Michael learns to rock(MLTR)
Someday by MLTR
Lips of an angel by Hinder
Violet Hill by Coldplay
How to save a life by The Fray

Chasing Harry Winston

2009-02-11T13:32:00.004+05:30

The event that i look forward to every year MORE than my birthday,more than anything else is The Bookfair.I was there as usual,with my dad, backpack,well on my back,playing the impulsive shopper(when it comes to books).I picked up a dozen, any book lover would drool over *smug look* including two books by Orhan Pamuk,Arvind Adiga,Amitav ghosh and lots more.I also picked up Chasing Harry Winston by Lauren Weisberger though i didn't like The devil wears prada much,neither am i sucker for diamonds or the colour green.So yea.I finished it in one and a half days,and though I'm not much into chicklit,I have to say this book is a fun read. I have always wondered why the books,which are most hyped (mostly) don't turn out to be that good.take for instance Love Story by Erich segal.Its so cliched! I liked acts of Faith,a lesser known book by him much more.Same for The Da Vinci code.Angels and demons was a whole lot better(not that the da vinci code was bad,it was good no doubt).
Back to Chasing Harry Winston.Its about three best friends Leigh,Adriana and Emmy.

Leigh has a perfect job,a pefect life,a perfect fiance,but she she only happens to like the idea of perfection,not when perfection is handed to her in a platter.

Emmy has recently been dumped,a serial monogamist at heart,her friends advice her to whore herself out,loosen up and just have fun till the crows feet claw their way through the fun. Will she do it? Find out!

Adriana.Hot,Brazilian and rich.A little spoilt,not much bratty,easy to like...by men,her best friends and eventually a magazine editor who gives her a break.

I say again, this is a fun read,nothing intense,but I'm guessing most girls would like it :D In the midst of my Isc preparations,this made good for a bit of light reading.

iRate:4 stars

"O horror, horror"

2009-01-16T16:08:00.003+05:30

Okay! I got great news.Today I returned after a three hour long vernacular paper,glad that it was the weekend when the dental newsreader on tv that the talibans were making their move towards a part of Pakistan.The first thing i noted was her nonchalant attitude,like it did'nt matter that the Frankestein US created is about 430 kms from India's border,closer than Lucknow is to Delhi,and that in a few years probably we would be told by turbaned fiends when to sh!t and whom to marry.?Are you jubilent yet?Are you ready to give up your rights?Do you want soldiers on street corners,watching your every move and now,do you still think its OK to lounge around at home in dirty boxers on election day?
The Part of Pakistan the talibas have taken over is a mini Afghanistan already.They have banned girl children from school,banned any modes of entertainment and declared capital punishment for all violaters.They have started selected killing of artists.
It is this we are looking at if nothing is done,10-15 yrs from now...or maybe sooner>>

After years of war destroyed housing, many people in Afghanistan's cities are living in tents, public buildings or ruins. The palace of the former king, Mohammad Zahir Shah, in Kabul is among the destroyed buildings.

Time you got yourself a dictionary

2009-01-13T12:01:00.007+05:30

The Confessions of a dangerous man

In the name of God
We kill,
In the name of God
Power we wield-
Power,to destroy every
Caste and creed,save ours
But chose not to show the sun
To a leaf,inside that seed.

In the name of God
We were forbidden to play,
Forbidden,to be happy,even for a day!
In the name of God
We were taugh to fight,
We have borne the burden of gunpowder
All our life.
Flight of a canon,be music to our ears-
Rhubab,piano,tabla-all
Toys of the less ambitious.

In the name of God
We were told to shoot
A sister between her eyes;
Then we hanged her brother,
And killed someone else's wife.
In the name of God
We accomplished everything-all
In one night

But now I'm surrounded by these walls
Grey and foreboding-
I pray frantically,
Who else? To God
But He doesn't answer my calls.
Though I'm twenty,
I know this is it-the
Twilight of my life..
Memories,sharp
Go back to the day i heard Them
Speak
"In the name of greed, we fight
Fresh minds to warp we seek,
Pawns,to accomplish our deeds."

Plagued by thoughts
Now I am,
Is it too late-
To be honest,good or kind?
In the name of God,
Beleive me I tried!
But in the name of greed,
They turned me-
Into a poisonous ivy.

Been a while
Since i saw light,
Felt the wind in my hair,
This is my muse-
Name it if you want-Call it anything,
Anything,But
The Confessions of a Dangerous man.

This is to everyone out there who needs to learn that there is a difference between being literate and being educated,the difference between patriotism and terrorism.God isnt up there getting a kick out of your handiwork.I didn't say Your God.Or my God.I said God.Can you spot the difference?

A thought of four lines

2009-01-12T14:29:00.003+05:30

Harbouring dreams of conquering all,
Mephistopheles made him sell his soul;
Chateaus,villas and Porsches,
Nurturing a pile of ashes among the roses..

This is in context of a story I wrote,but i guess it applies to most of us in a lot of ways especially those who suffer from separation anxiety when their blackberries lie a foot away,those who are glad that they don't have the time to "stand and stare" and a few others who have forgotten how it was to be 12 years old.Them and a lot more.

Wierd Facts

2008-12-21T10:14:00.002+05:30

Okay So sohini and i were coming down the stairs,school was over and we were in not too high a spirit, with just a few days left.This was last tuesday.Both of us were admiring stuff on the softboard outside the classes when Sohini stopped dead in her tracks and doubled over laughing.I asked her what was wrong and all she did was laugh like a loon and then i realized while shaking with laughter,she was also pointing at something.

Sohini:hehehehehehehehee
Me:ki holo?
Sohini:HEHEHEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEE HEEEEE
Me:Holo ta ki?
Sohini:Oi *choke-laugh* dekh
Me:ki?
Sohini:hehehehehehehe
sohini:soft*hic*board-e

Here is what i saw
WIERD FACTS(in red sketch pen,bold and underlined for everyones benefit lol)
fact 1.*i forgot*
fact 2:Fishes can change their gender

LOL did u know that?How very cost effective and convenient huh?DID u in ur wildest of wild F***ing dreams think of that?There were so many others but i forgot.

Sohini:Oh look, im a boy,now im a girl,im a boy, im a girl, oops! im a BIRL
...more laughter

Statutory warning:its strictly nonveg

2008-12-17T16:32:00.002+05:30

Okay so me and my bestfriend read this joke ages ago, and i still get a kick out of it.Dunno why im POSTing it tho, anyhoo have a laugh :P

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate
father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to
arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be
here soon" Half an hour later, just by chance a door-to-door baby
photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

"Good morning, madam. I've come to...."
"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.
"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good. I've made a speciality of
babies"
"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat"

After a moment, she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"
"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the
couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is
fun too; you can really spread out!"
"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me"
"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But, if we
try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven different
angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results"
"My, that's a lot of....." gasped Mrs. Smith.
"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in
and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure"
"Don't I know it," Mrs. Smith said quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his
baby pictures.
"This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London"
"Oh my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.
"And these twins turned out exceptionally well, when you consider their
mother was so difficult to work with"
"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job
done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get
a good look"
"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.
"Yes," the photographer said, "And for more than three hours too. The
mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly concentrate.
Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the
squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in."
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean squirrels actually chewed on your,
um......equipment?"
"That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so we
can get to work."
"Tripod?????"
"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for
me to hold for very long. Madam? Madam? ....... Good Lord, she's
fainted!!"

Taken from jokes2go.com

My muse

2008-12-13T13:54:00.002+05:30

"Baby wont you let me through,
Baby, won't you let me love you?
You said your heart was on the mend
Can't you see
It breaks me, to see you broken.."
It was then that it felt so right
Every brusque bruise
Vanishing from sight
"baby won't you let me heal it?
I promise you happiness
Can't you feel it?"
Every jagged edge,
i could feel them smoothen
Flatter yourself,Cos,i'd say
Being with you is more like
Owning a piece of Heaven.
I have laughed,I have cried,
But you shone through it all
Often, without having any light
To reflect on you
Nearby
You are crazy you are fun,You are my personal sun!
You are hard,You are soft
Inside out.
You are nuts
But,most of all,
You are a man of your words.

For He-Who-Must-Always-Be-Remembered ( by me)

Football,Maradona and yesterday

2008-12-07T14:39:00.004+05:30

I wonder why the Americans call rugby "Football" when feet have nothing to do with it.And again, why call football soccer, and not just football, when feet have the most significant part to play?I had wanted to do a check up on the naming, but then i feel lazy, as usual :)Okay,so yesterday was a big day. Maradona flew to Kolkata, to inaugurate a football institution in a part of the city's not-unknown-any-more corner,Mahestala. That's pretty near my dad's college (he is the principal of the college,not a trustee or owner, but a be all of that place all the same for the time being, ah gah.)He is the big fan,he saw Maradona play in all of the world cups and the club games, while me, i have only seen videos that my dad has enthusiastically collected, and some replays of old games.Though, i have never been infused with the true spirit of his sportsmanship and skills, it was mesmerising all the same. That man is a wonder! You'd think that the ball is attatched to his left foot with an invisible something,even in moments where you'd probably think, Ah Sh*T,he's lost it( no pun),you would be sure to find himm rolling and cajoling the ball with his left foot.One of the best goals he'd scored was when he had threaded through the defence and scored,cutting off 6 english players.That has been named the goal of the century.Yes I'm an Argentine loyalist, through and through. I know Brazil is the big player.I know in a game Argentina vs.Brazil in a room full of hundred people, nobody would hear my voice cheering them on, but I'm all for them.In the Brazilian team,i feel, each player plays for himself, Ronaldinho would in all probability not pass the ball to anyone else if he issure he would score, when the team could have SURELY scored, if he had made a few small passes to mislead the opponents,and then hit.I don't claim to be an exeort,i've never been there, never EVER done that. But then, if u want to make it big, small things matter ( now this contradicts, i know,that inspite of taking into account all the small things, argentina hasn't made it big so many times, but still),Its my opinion, my reason, you may chose to disagree :).
Back to yesterday.I had been sitting in the field with my dad since 8:30 in the morning and Maradona arrived at around 11:30, security reasons i suppose.My dad had woken me up at 5:30 and i'd been watching footages of Maradona being brought from the airport to the hotel,in a bus with bullet proof behemoth windows so that vision could be inside out,he could see us, and so could we.I wasnt among the thousands who had thronged the streets at midnight with torches.This overwhelmed him,he said.Oh well he arrived,all smiling and waving,and you could see it in his face that he was,i use that word again,overwhelmed.It was a short ceremony,a short speech by Mahestala's Mla,followed by him inaugurating the Indian Football School,actually it was the foundation stone laying ceremony of the same, and then he spoke a few words.Most news channels and newspapers have given it to you, so i aint repeating (again,i lie, i feel lazy!:D).Okay um,he said that he was surprised to find a country so far away from his home playing and following the game with such interest and "Viva la India"..."Long live India". The Mahestala municipality gifted him a tajmahal of sterling silver and this kid had sketched a wonderful portrait of the revolutionary Che Guevara.Maradona was smitten :), he lifted his shirt sleeve and we could see his tattoo on his upper arm :D.
I got to click many pictures,though my dad took care of most of the stills. Our handycam went kaput, so i recorded videos on my dad's phone.And yea,I would remember this day for forever. Thanks dad! :)

Slide show of the pictures

Dostana

2008-12-02T12:49:00.002+05:30

Okay so i thought i was over it above it all.Commercial movies.Gah.Who would watch them,seeing through it all...life is not either so merry or so horribly melodramatically sad either.So,i thought I had grown up, i like art films now.But guess what? I enjoyed this movie thoroughly,and i realize that i ought not typecast moviemakers, directors, actrs etc. I neither like Ab jr, nor priyanka chopra,but i thoroughly enjoyed this one!.Though gay jokes by now are passe,this was ribtickling, and thoroughly worth the 190 buck ticket and missing an evening worth of economics 3 4 months before ISC.So, yea. Watch it!It's hilarious!

Jago re

2008-12-01T14:07:00.004+05:30

Okay so the coastal guards were sleeping, in broad daylight when a bunch of people landed on the harbour, brushed off the questions of the locals brusqely and climbed into cabs and went off to work.

Okay, so the taj was informed earlier that there might be a possibility of an attack.So the securities were posted out front, and the crazy trigger hungry people broke into the kitchen and made their way inside the hotel. What was the security for? petty theft?If you call your right to live petty, then yes.

Okay so,the Maharashtra Govenrment were informed about the RDX smuggling.
People somehow wield their powers for all the wrong reasons. With the city being attacked so many times, how people can afford to be nonchalant is something to think about...

People seem to forget the difference between being literate and being educated, so the normal reaction when a techie is found to be involved we go "WHOA, but he is educated!" Time we realise not to fear bearded men yelling jihad but take that guy next door seriously who knows a bit too much about tommy guns,is extra paranoid about his religion.White collar terrorism is the name of the game.

How civilized of us to get a kick out of setting a bomb off under sombody's butt.How very common of us commoners to get used to it so quickly, how ungrateful of us to sulk over slightly overcooked vegetables.This is a sad day indeed.

Non boring history lesson ^_^

2008-11-29T13:01:00.002+05:30

Okay this is something i dug out from my old forwards. Too lazy to verify the facts lol...just imagine that they are real a) be spooked b) say *woah* c) navigate away d) leave a comment :)
Now pick!
> Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.>
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
>> Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
> John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.
>> Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
> Both wives lost their children while living in the> White House.
>> Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
> Both Presidents were shot in the head.
>> Now it gets really weird.
>> Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.
> Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.
>> Both were assassinated by Southerners.>
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.
>> Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in> 1808.
> Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in> 1908.
>> John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was> born in 1839.
> Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was> born in 1939.
>> Both assassins were known by their three names.
> Both names are composed of fifteen letters.
>> Now hang on to your seat.
>> Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'
> Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln' made by> 'Ford.'
>> Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran> and hid in a> warehouse.
> Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin> ran and hid in a> theater.
>> Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their> trials.
>> And here's the kicker...
>> A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe,Maryland
> A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.>

Thought of the day: Those who dream by day are cognizant of more things as compared to those who dream only by night.
This has nothing to do with the post, im just on a quote collecting spree!

The Kiterunner

2008-11-24T13:04:00.002+05:30

I read this book a few weeks ago and for the next few days i could do nothing but let my fingers do the tango on the keyboard and learn everything i could about the situation in Afghanistan and the author. This book is bound to twang ur heart strings and there are few books as unputdownable as this. You just can't, WOULDN'T , stop till you reach the very last page.I don't think anything i say would be enough to justify this amazing read, so i better stop going about it, it just wouldn't be fair enough. This is something you'd wish to gift everyone and get them fall for it and then scramble over to lay their hands on Khalaed Hosseini's second piece of amazing literature "A Thousand Splendid Suns". These books were, as a matter of fact, books of Realisation for me. To think, we fight for so little, narrow down our thoughts to US ,and sometimes to those who matter to US, but beyond that... nothing.Kaput.Finito. To think that we sit for chai and samosas [or at latte and brownie for the CCD loyalists :) ] and so sagely nod our headsand say "Desh tar r kichu hobe na".This country is doomed. But few care to do anything about it. Nowadays its hip to say " I am apolitical". I say its a shame to say so! I don't say it from the perspective of someone who has a metre square of tarpauline to call home nor as daddy's pretty princess who has never worn nothing but Mango,Gucci, Diesel et al. I speak As an average 18 year old, who goes to school in an auto and once in a while watches movies at multiplexes,enjoys phuchka as much as that gourmet dinner at Mainland CHina. Its not cool to take your country for granted. Its not okay to sit home on election day and watch ur favourite chick flick. People all over the world are fighting for the basics we get as our birthright. Some things ought to be realized before its too late. Some rights ought to be exercised before they are not yours anymore.
If i ever meet Khaled Hosseini, i'd genuflect! To learn about the author and the current situation in afghanistan,just google it or visit http://www.khaledhosseini.com/

An essay

2008-11-15T10:55:00.000+05:30

This was something i scribbled in about 15 mins in our last english paper.But it made to the *selected essays* booklet our english teacher decided to publish (no biggie,just for keeps in the school library so well...ahem...here it is.
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The world is yet uncivilized
Imagine. You - a thirty something woman approaching a mall. It has revolving glass doors.You are about to enter when there is nothing but excruciating pain,a part of your face feels numb, probably your nose, you are sitting on something hard and cool-metal? No. But it shines.The floor of the mall, you realize.But were you not outside- about to enter?But your sitting near the door.Inside the mall.Your purse lies some ten paces away and there’s a group of people staring at you like you sprouted another head.But you see no hand,and you would like to get up-and you do so on your own,collect your purse when you see a teenager in her early teens.Jaws in motion, multitude of piercings, expensive shades-probably Gucci,pulled up and holding her hair away from her face. “Should’ a seen it coming ,Aunty”, a nasal drawl, Jimmy Choo stilettos clicking away. You instantly realize that your four year old’s vocabulary is better.She knows a five letter word – SORRY.
Man is going to the Moon, and Mars, has dreams of colonizing other planets if possible, yet man plants bombsin his own planet, gets fiendish pleasure in seeing his fellow beings suffer.Animals are not living beings, they are to be ogled at the zoo on weekends and kept shut up in a cage in a high tech laboratory.As civilized as man tries to become, the more he goes the other way.The introductory experience is just on the micro level,on the macro level it’s the era of globalization, of rockets, of ipods and super computers- and a world where man still gets the primitive pleasure of establishing supremacy by force. Man has the gift of the gab, the intelligence to incorporate more than a few foreign languages, yet his voice box fails him when he has to apologise.
Man has been nurtured by Mother Nature ever since his birth,depended on her for survival and stands on his feet on metal roads instructing to cut down forests for yet another flourishing metropolitan city.In a way, man is running in a circle,the more he advances,he gets closer to the beginning-the former beginning was a better one,easier to construct his future upon and the beginning that is to come is fractures.Nothing can be steady when its foundation is not steady.But it would be wrong to say that humane qualities have ceased to exist,that man is but a wild beast,an intelligent one at that.but what reflects the society is the majority.the majority drives the civilization to the Jurassic Age, not physically, but mentally. That is why man never thinks twice before stoning another, verbally or physically. The I.T hubs would still be there,a hundred more surely, but man will not be himself, his insecurity would drive him to insanity and his vaulting ambition to be one of them at the Serengeti. Man has been growing intelligent no doubt, but he has been shedding morality at the quest for knowledge.At this rate,he would soon be an inanimate encyclopedia, not a thinking,talking and socializing being.The era of globalization opens up one country to another,but man withdraws himself more to the point, that at one point in time Isolation would be his best friend.
But neither the back of a criminal’s mind nor the darkest night is a fathomless black. The heart of a lily, or that of a do-gooder is not a dazzling white either. Its always darkness and light, ‘yin’ and ‘yang’-but not the same shades of gray always, there exists colours. One may not always see the easel or paint brush but too see the world as it wants to be seen one can surely wish for a kaleidoscopic vision next Christmas.

whim scwhim

2008-11-15T10:51:00.000+05:30

Uh, no i just changed my mind, this IS going to be your virtual anne frank, well..SOMETIMES

See how stable i am? :)