The key to have a perfect day....

April 14^th was my birthday. I spent the previous night turning the pages of a book on pretext of studying for my entrance exams. I had no plans for the following day – no parties, no new birthday dress, no gifts, no treat – nothing! My best friend called me and told me she would be coming the next day and would stay till 4PM. Brilliant! I would have something to do before going to my AIEEE crash course at 4:30 pm. Me and my best friend generally meet twice a year (if at all we meet :D ) – on her birthday and on mine.

The Day:

Three of my best friends wished me at midnight and my other friends called me to apologise that they had remained awake till 11:45 PM but slipped into sleep. Sweet!! Another close friend gave me a sudden surprise visit at 9 AM and I went on a ride around the city on her two-wheeler! It’s more fun when you don’t have to drive but bug her from behind!!

Then my best friend came and we had a blast. My favorite cousin sister also gave me a surprise visit. At 4pm, I got ready to go to class. I usually go to class in an auto with four other friends. As I was about to board the auto, another surprise!! My friends had decorated the interior of the auto and had a birthday cake on the auto back seat. I hurriedly blew out the candles fearing that the auto would catch fire as my friends happily sang “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” on top of their voices on the main road.

In class, we finished off our tests quickly by randomly shading options for the MCQ questions (not something new to us!!). Since I had some money, I decided to give my friends a treat and about 8 of us went to the nearby Mc. Rennet. Alas! It had skipped our minds that Mr. Rennet would be closed for Tamil New Year’s Day. But my friends were not to be deterred. The broke into another “Happy Birthday” song on the road (this time 8 of them… yeah including me because I dint want the people to stare at me!). I got back home, went online and did some chatting. The last two hours, I revived a lost bond with a close friend. And there it ended!

I remember that a few years ago, I was pestered to give a birthday party since I had never thrown a big party before that. Around 20 people were supposed to turn up. All arrangements were made but only two of them turned up. So much for the planning!

So, well the key to have a perfect birthday(any day actually) is not to expect anything from it!! ( Sadly, its not applicable for exams *sad face* ). I thank my best friends - my counterpart (Kavi), Doll one (Shrini), Chinese doll(Vaishu), Ms. Non-stop Nonsense (Anu), crack-pot(Aishu), King of England(Sid), King Baka(Dipu) and Mr. all-time-genius-but-extremely-modest(Varun) and new friends, Suku, Tuls,Kritika and Priya apart from my family (esp. my cousin sis) for making my day special!!!

A sorry tale..

Being a playful prankster, I never took anything seriously. Even when I forgot birthdays I would reply with a supergrin ( a.k.a :D ). ..until one day when something important about a very close friend of mine skipped my mind. The very next second I felt terrible for having forgotten it.

Though my best buddy was kind enough to forgive me, I was aghast at myself on how insensitive I could be. He was after all one of my best friends. He was visibly hurt. He had possibly lost the comfort that he had first in telling me everything about himself.

He is right. I do not blame him.

I have remained a kid for quite long. Perhaps it is time for me to grow up. There is only so much a “sorry” can do. For some situations, ‘sorry’ helps a lot to mend things. But for certain other situations even if the other person had accepted you apology, it still keeps hurting you inside. A sorry cannot erase what I have caused. It cannot erase what I have done. It cannot erase the hurt caused at that moment.

But what can I do after my insane behaviour? Not much. So I continue apologizing to him everyday, in my heart.

Nishanth’s sister – PART I

Here you go, I managed a post with some difficulty ...

I remember clearly…very clearly…

It all started in class 4. Mom had interchanged our lunch boxes by mistake. So this person who was the all time favorite of any teacher whom he came across approached my class and quietly stood outside my classroom to find me blinking blankly at an enormous ( not that big…but big) lunch box on my table.

I, of course noticed the silent observer outside the classroom. Those days, the teachers used to sit and have food with us in our classroom. I rushed joyfully with a word to my teacher that my brother was outside with my lunch boxMy inquisitive teacher,curious to know the brother of one of her favorite students,popped up behind me. She was overwhelmed as she found an old adorable student of hers.

She showered questions with excitement over me …they were all the same.

“Oh! Nishanth’s your brother eh?”

“Oh! You’re Nishants sister?”

“Is he your own brother?”

“You are his own sister?”

I nodded furiously to all of her questions. ( of course I was HIS OWN sister….what did she think?? I was borrowed from someone or what). With the noise caused by this teacher another teacher’s head popped out from another classroom. And at once..

“Hey jaya, did you know this girl is Nishanth’s sister.”

“Really Raji??” ( No we were just playing ‘joke joke’ game).

And the word spread like wildfire in the staff rooms. And after that my teachers did not recognize me as myself.to them, I was not ‘that active girl who participates in everything’, I was not the ‘creative child with bubbling enthusiasm’.I was no longer ‘that sweet helpful child’

To them I was and am nothing more than – Nishanth’s Sister

And that was not the end.....

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Guess Work is dangerous

I received this one as a forward....

WARNING: Do not guess the meaning of a word that you do not know. Ask others or refer to Dictionary.

In the days when one couldn't count on a public toilet facility, an English woman was planning a trip to India. She was registered to stay in a small guesthouse owned by the local schoolmaster. She was concerned as to whether the guesthouse contained a WC.

In England, a bathroom is commonly called a WC, which stands for "Water Closet". She wrote to the schoolmaster inquiring of the facilities about the WC. The schoolmaster, not fluent in English, asked the local priest if he knew the meaning of WC. Together they pondered possible meanings of the letters and concluded that the lady wanted to know if there was a "Wayside Chapel" near the house.

So the schoolmaster wrote the following letter in reply

Dear Madam,

I take great pleasure in informing you that the WC is located 9 miles from the house. It is located in the middle of a grove of pine trees, surrounded by lovely grounds. It is capable of holding 229 people and is open on Sundays and Thursdays.

As there are many people expected in the summer months, I suggest that you arrive early. There is, however, plenty of standing room. This is an unfortunate situation especially if you are in the habit of going regularly. It may be of some interest to you that my daughter was married in the WC as it was there that she met her husband. It was a wonderful event.

There are normally 10 people in every seat. It was wonderful to see the expressions on their faces. My wife, sadly, has been ill and unable to go recently. It has been almost a year since she went last, which pains her greatly. You will be pleased to know that many people bring their lunch and make a day of it.

Others prefer to wait till the last minute and arrive just in time! The acoustics are excellent and even the most delicate sounds can be heard everywhere. The newest addition is a bell which rings every time a person enters. We are holding a bazaar toprovide plush seats for all since many feel it is long needed.

I look forward to escorting you there myself and seating you in a place where you can be seen by all as our special guest of honour.

With deepest regards,
The Schoolmaster

Comedy of Errors

Hia!

Hey! Like I said on the tag board here is the comedy, which happened while I tried to improvise my blogs

All I wanted to do was to add a hitcounter/stiemeter (or whatever). So I went to the website, completed all the formalities and it said sign out, sign in and republish the whole blog and I did that but you see the fun happened when I clicked “view blog”…

The whole blog was in letters of size 36…..yeah 36….no really I’m not lying…I’m serious.

So I was like “WHAT IN THE WORLD?????!!!”…..obviously, anybody in my situation would have been like that…

So I meddled with the template as far as I could and still there was no improvement :( .
And then fortunately I had another blog and I opened its template page, checked each and every line, copied and pasted the functions, which were same. (Tiring work huh?) And in the end I found out that the site meter was installed after "the end html tag" Boo hoo…I was just doing something irrelevant and time consuming and most of all….. MIND CONSUMING…

Oh yeah! After all this I still haven’t got a site meter :D. I gave up on it….

Happy days!

A post.....

I thought I should post and so I made up a post but I couldn't post on anything it had to be something so I brooded over nothing to get something out of everything........ Ok now enough of that crap (Sorry that was the result of knowing a person who freaks over a house fly - yes it is e-freak a.k.a my brother a.k.a Nishpish a.k.a whatever u call him)

As most of my posts were monotonously directed at my brother I thought that I should change the base .So I started with the previous posts which I, in anin's terms 'flicked from a forward' {I’m just givin' due credit' in Nishpish's terms}. But I COULDN"T > IT'S UTTERLY IMPOSSIBLE!!.

(Man!! you should have known the fuss he created to tell your names)

HOW ABOUT WE START A CONSPIRACY AGAINST HIM!!

To self: *calm down**calm down**calm down**calm down*

*think**think**think**think*

Ok now here we go...

RED ANTS AND MOSQUITOES

With the summer season on all the ants -red, black, green and white have invaded the houses of 99% of the people present in the Indian Sub-Continent - especially mine - in the name of collecting food for the winter season but rather charging into clothes - especially mine .So each and every day my mission is to check each and every bit of cloth present in my home and search each and every corner of the house for the storage place of my dear fellow beings - the ants - the red ones.


With the story of the ants coming to an end we move on to the mosquitoes...


Mosquitoes - There is no introduction needed about this deadly creatures which stalk into your house every night sucking your blood and taking the life out of you. I didn't know why there were SOOO many in my house,'cause the mosquito repellants were on the doors and the windows were closed at 6:00 P.M sharp.


And then the worst happened. The red ants joint allies with the mosquitoes. My mother and me were DOOMED!!.I exclude my father as he does NOT switch on the fan, does NOT switch on any mosquito repellants and does NOT close the windows and covers himself totally with his bed sheet - how is he even able to live?? (We DONT have an AC either 'cause he thinks we should not live in so much comfort). That night, the battle had begun the ants were hidden under the bed sheets and attacked immediately as I slept on them. Seconds later the mosquitoes charged from their hiding places - The coat stand, The cloth shelf, The flower stand.Anywhere.Everywhere. We were stripped off our sleep and I moaned and groaned throughout the night and slept throughout the day.


And then, the following day, Me and My mom wiped the corners of our house with kerosene oil (for killing the red ants) and after thorough investigation the following day I found the answers to why the mosquitoes were being stubborn on staying- there was no liquid in "All Out". Great.Fantastic.And o'course Stupid.

Indian Traffic

For the benefit of every Tom, Dick and Harry visiting India and daring to drive on Indian roads, I am offering a few hints for survival. They areapplicable to every place in India except Bihar, where life outside avehicle is only marginally safer.


Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where you do your best, and leave the results to your insurance company. The hints areas follows: Do we drive on the left or right of the road? The answer is"both". Basically you start on the left of the road, unless it is occupied. In that case, go to the right, unless that is also occupied.Then proceed by occupying the next available gap, as in chess. Just trustyour instincts, ascertain the direction, and proceed. Adherence to road rules leads to much misery and occasional fatality. Most drivers don'tdrive, but just aim their vehicles in the generally intended direction.


Don't you get discouraged or underestimate yourself except for a belief in reincarnation; the other drivers are not in any better position.

Don't stop at pedestrian crossings just because some fool wants to crossthe road. You may do so only if you enjoy being bumped in the back.

Pedestrians have been strictly instructed to cross only when traffic ismoving slowly or has come to a dead stop because some minister is in town.Still some idiot may try to wade across, but then, let us not talk ill of the dead.

Blowing your horn is not a sign of protest as in some countries. We hornto express joy, resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust (two briskblasts),or just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of the bazaar.


Keep informative books in the glove compartment. You may read them duringtraffic jams, while awaiting the chief minister's motorcade, or waitingfor the rainwater to recede when over ground traffic meets underground drainage.


Occasionally you might see what looks like a UFO with blinking coloredlights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminated bus,full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. These pilgrims go at breakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty, often meeting with success.Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi): The result of a collision between a rickshawand an automobile, this three-wheeled vehicle works on an external combustion engine that runs on a mixture of kerosene oil and creosote.This triangular vehicle carries iron rods, gas cylinders or passengersthree times its weight and dimension, at an unspecified fare. Aftercareful geometric calculations, children are folded and packed into theseauto rickshaws until some children in the periphery are not in contactwith the vehicle at all. Then their school bags are pushed into themicroscopic gaps all round so those minor collisions with other vehicleson the road cause no permanent damage. Of course, the peripheral childrenare charged half the fare and also learn Newton's laws of motion en-route to school.


Auto-rickshaw drivers follow the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur,and are licensed to irritate.


Mopeds: The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes noise like anelectric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of petrol and travels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road are too rough for a ride, themoped drivers tend to drive in the middle of the road; they would ratherdrive under heavier vehicles instead of around them and are often "mopped" off the tarmac.



Leaning Tower of Passes: Most bus passengers are given free passes andduring rush hours, there is absolute mayhem. There are passengers hangingoff other passengers, who in turn hang off the railings and the overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws of gravity but obeying laws of surfacetension. As drivers get paid for overload (so many Rupees per kg ofpassenger), no questions are ever asked. Steer clear of these buses by a width of three passengers.


One-way Street: These boards are put up by traffic people to add jest intheir otherwise drab lives.



Don't stick to the literal meaning and proceed in one direction. Inmetaphysical terms, it means that you cannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as you like, in reverse throughout, if you are the fussytype. Least I sound hypercritical; I must add a positive point also.


Rash and fast driving in residential areas has been prevented by providing a "speed breaker"; two for each house. This mound, incidentally, coversthe water and drainage pipes for that residence and is left untarred foreasy identification by the corporation authorities, should they want to recover the pipe for year-end accounting.


Night driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience for thosewith the mental make up of Genghis Khan. In a way, it is like playingRussian roulette, because you do not know who amongst the drivers is loaded. What looks like premature dawn on the horizon turns out to be atruck attempting a speed record. On encountering it, just pull partly intothe field adjoining the road until the phenomenon passes.


Our roads do not have shoulders, but occasional boulders. Do not blinkyour lights expecting reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truck isthe driver, and with the peg of illicit arrack (alcohol) he has had at the last stop, his total cerebral functions add up to little more than anaught. Truck drivers are the James Bonds of India, and are licensed tokill. Often you may encounter a single powerful beam of light about six feet above the ground. This is not a super motorbike, but a truckapproaching you with a single light on, usually the left one. It could bethe right one, but never get too close to investigate. You may prove your point posthumously.


Hope that I made up for not posting for so long...

Long time no post!

I admit that I have'nt posted for long now because firstly, my account was deactivated. Secondly,my annual exams were nearing and soon after they had finished , the class 10portions had begun and another " Preparatory Examination " was knockin' at my doorstep and I just pushed it out of my house yesterday.You must be thinking that the hols would have begun from today - youre wrong.The Darn school authority declared school for today and tomorrow.But changes, changes.. Yesterday night our chairman who was a bishop passed away ( and so today we had a holiday ( poor him ).God knows about tomorrow.I received the news around 8:30AM, this morning ( It was also in the newspaper ) and immediately I called up my ex-classmate and invited her over to my house for the day ( What cud I've done all alone for a full day ? ). Another friend of mine had also come and they left around 3:30 P.M giving me a valuable gift called "headache". So I slept in the evening and Im here now...



Also I was thinking of posting yesterd/day b4 yesterday after getting a
tagboard on my blog but (as u can see ) it turned out really dumb and
idiotic.


And the so-called " holidays " are not going to be fun at all!!

What I've got to do during these hols are :


01. Write Ph/Ch/Bio observations

02. Write Tamil poetry in classwork ( a bunch of lessons )

03. Do some crap on "Forest Conservation" in social for internal
assessment marks in class 10.

04. Complete Ph/Ch ClassWork

05. And ofcourse,according to dad finish all my Math/Science porions
for Class 10 in May

All I can do now is :(( , :(( and :((
Chaos!!!