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.