funky-dory

Well well..can't think of a clever blog entry, so i am going to go all narcissistic.
1. I love spongebob sqaurepants.
2. I have a fetish for socks. coloured ones.
3.I own hairclips in all the possible colours.
4. I love giving people notes on coloured paper.
5. I don't eat fish,eggplant,peaches or figs.
6. I don't like it when people fold my sheets of paper in half.
7. I have come to like Indian Classical Music.
8. I laugh a lot.mostly at you.
9. A lot of people call me by my last name.
10. I don't like coconut water or sugarcane juice.
11. I am a BIG BIG foodie.
12. I am extremely sarcastic.
13. I paint my nails black more often than not.
14. I give gadgets names.mostly other peoples' gadgets.
15. I study Japanese and it intrigues me beyond belief.
16. Before I die, i want to live in Japan, paraglide, publish a book and host a stand up comedy show.
17. I love my college more than other people love theirs.
18. I have a sister, who is clever and pretty and sometimes gives me a complex. Other times i pull her toe.
19. I depend on a select few people to make it through my day.
20. I want to meet Rohinton Mistry.
21. I don't litter and won't let you either.
22. I have curly hair on good days.other days i have hair.
23. My ring tone is the theme song to spongebob sqarepants.
24. I adore Barney from How I Met Your Mother.
25. I worry a lot. About losing people.
26. I am not good with kids.
27. I am not an atheist. I am agnostic.
28. Consequentially, i don't pray. I hope a lot though.
29. I will soon learn to drive.
30. I cry myself to sleep on a few days.
31. I have read To Kill a Mockingbird thrice.
32. I make fun of people. I am not sadistic.
33. I used to think that I am strong.
34. I don't really mind it if you don't like me.
35. I want to major Economics.
36. I say the word random a lot.a lot.
37. I like mountains.
38. I have a thing for funky stationery.
39. I write a lot. for myself. and talk a lot.to myself. aloud.
40. I fall often. Usually while climbing down staircases.

Chai and a few dosas

Theirs was a successful marriage.45 years and a few odd months. And when he sat in his rocking chair on dark evenings, that's what pulled him through. The thought of his wife coming home and making him a cup of tea. Watery and a tad too sweet- but some things just grow on you. Their only son was in Chennai. They lived in a small house in Mumbai, a blessing considering his failing eyesight and her weak back. He retired after a brilliant yet uneventful 30 years in a bank. His wife was the most respected teacher in a school nearby, and when she retired they had about 20 tearful children lining up in front of their house. With not much else to do with their time, they argued with each other. About inane things- like the news reader on TV or the rip on his old nightshirt. Sometimes he overslept in the afternoon and would wake up to find his wife watching documentaries on the polar bears or something just as inconsequential. But then at their age, everything was inconsequential. Sometimes he cooked, most times she did. On rare occasions they went to a nearby eat out and ate overpriced dosas amidst collegiate chaos. He smiled to himself thinking of how she would make him total the marks on the answer papers she'd check at school. Or how she'd worry about the seemingly heavy bags her students lugged to school.

And he realised how close they were, or how much she meant to him, when she decided to make a trip to her sister's place in Pune. She insisted she go alone, she'd manage it, she said. And the past few days he found himself aching for her tea, her presence and her constant nagging about his weight. It struck him that 45 years isn't forever- but it's close enough.

Burnt crust.

Who would have thunk?

She wrote him letters,

He sent her flowers and candy. Sometimes. By speed post.

She read the sports section of the news paper to please him,

He pretended to be impressed when she knew the cricket score.

She cried softly when he went for dinner with another woman. But she didn't own him, did she?

He stopped going for dinner with other women, to please her. He liked being owned.

She cooked pasta because he liked it.

He moved cities so he could eat her pasta.

She invited him over sometimes. They'd watch a movie. Maybe two.

He always brought along a bottle of wine. Red.

She proposed to him, on a bended knee.

He turned red, wished he'd done it first but said a vehement yes.

On their two month anniversary,

She made him a deep chocolate cake and laid out the crystal ware.

He died in a car crash.

She screamed, smashed the crystal ware and threw away the cake.

She never made pasta again.

Six years later,

She was making pasta, with hot bubbling guilt.

And when her husband handed her the sports section,

She threw it away. She already knew the cricket score.

Who would have thunk?

Don't worry.it's bound to be okay

Don't sweat about it. Everything is bound to finally be your way,eventually.
The people you like will finally realise your worth,like you understood theirs.
The people you don't will quit crossing paths with you.
There will be a day when you'll wear your favorite clothes,and NO it won't rain, and your classes will get cancelled, and you'll laugh a lot,and won't feel upset about anything.
You will feel loved,cared for and adored.
You will get that ocassional A+
You will get your Integration right.or atleast close to right.
Your exams will be over before you know it.
You will turn red with suppressed laughter in the middle of a dead-serious lecture when you think of the madness that you did in the previous day's break.
The trains will be empty.
Your notes will eventually be complete,your room clean and your phone balance high.
Someone unexpected will call/message you and make you feel special.
You will not fight with your friend over something inane.
Don't worry it's bound to be okay.

" I am leaving!"
"Are you threatening me?"
She grabbed her bag and started walking towards the door."Are you threatening me,Maya?" He yelled.She turned behind and said, " Till a few days back, I would have said yes. But the point is, every time, it fills me with hope that you'll ask me to stop. To wait. To not go. But that never happens, and in the end I stop, and not go, even if you don't say a thing."
"You're an attention seeking brat,Maya. The beginnings of a tantrum and Daddy dearest will buy you the world." He sneered, and lit a cigarette.
" How dare you say that? What have you given this relationship, Sam? Cold mornings? Bitter arguments?Uncomfortable dinner-table conversations? What should I be grateful for? For the nights when I DON'T cry myself to sleep?For the mornings when you say Good Morning without sarcasm?For the times when you are ready to cut up your heart and place it on a platter for others, but brush me aside?"
The last line seemed to hit a nerve."Don't say that. You are only talking about the worst of times. We have our good times,we do."
"Sam, we have the most amazing times together and that is why, I am willing to fight for us. That is why every time I threaten to leave, I turn behind and come right back in.What do you want to do, Sam.Tell me.Do you want to fight for us, or do you want to turn over to the other side and smoke it all up?"
"I don't know."He said, indifference dripping off every word.
" Then when you do know, give me a call. We'll figure it out."
She turned behind and started walking towards the door,again. "You're leaving?"He said, his voice giving away nothing. " Yes. Either way, i am going to get hurt. At least this way, I'll get hurt on my own terms."
She opened the door and walked out, closing it with a soft thud.

Thursday

November 22,2007.

Be Assured

I will get up extra early every morning so I can chat with Ma.
I will not send impulsive messages. If I'm upset I will not react.
I will buy Dobby his gifts.
I will enjoy the stress while it lasts.
I will not say negative things.
I will laugh, and laugh till my sides hurt.
I will think of worse things, if anything feels bad.
I will not snap at people unless they really deserve it.
I will not cry myself to sleep, even if I'm super stressed and dying.
I will not let other people know how much their words/actions hurt me.
I will stick to my priorities.
I will call Snoopy everyday before 11.45 pm
I will stop borrowing pencils from friends.
I will remember to carry paper.
I will not think negative as much as possible.
I will be strong through all this.
I will love what I'm doing and remember that I am capable of doing it well.
I will not cry myself to sleep.
I will not beg.
never.
I will not take shit. Or I'll take some, if its worth it.
I will not give shit.
I will not cry myself to sleep.

oh.and yeah.

Things I liked aboout my day:
1.Got up on time.Didn't feel like a zombie.
2.Fun meeting.
3.Good time at CCD.Laughed a lot.Made scary faces.Talked incessant shit.You know, the usual.
4.Survived Japanese Class.
5.Randomly saw sister in the new CCD.Ran in, to say hi.that made me smile :)
6.Ate yummy egg thing for dinner.

Things I didn't like about my day:
1.Crowded train.Water bottle fell out.
2.Horribly painful stomach cramps.
3.The cane chair in CCD has white ants.And they bite.
4.Exhaustion.No water.No medicine.
5.Stupid autorickshaw drivers who are pricey.
6.Dumb rain that came when i was trudging home in my pain.
7.Packed bus.No breathing space.
8.Ending day without sorting differences.
9.Stupid reminder that everyone is going to go away soon.okay,not everyone.but almost (MY) everyone
10.Immense blah-ness and some more cramps.yay.the joy!

guilt trips

not too long,
probably on a dusty train window,
and through cryptic text messages,
it will all come to you.
You may try to run,
shield yourself
with an old copy of India Today,
But it won't work.
It will be like those rainy days,
when you get soaked,
no matter how fast you run.
Or probably those days at school,
when in about 100 people,
the teacher sees
the bubblegum YOU are chewing.

happiness is happening.

Landed in this wonderful city just about a couple of hours ago.Not landed per say.Skidded to a halt on platform 9,Andheri Stn, Paschim Superfast express!
Kullu Manali was amazing,to say the least.It was a high.Snow.and frozen rain.Lots and lots of Mafia.Bluff.Uno.Taboo.an amazing rainbow.Rock climbing.crossing the Beas in water that's about 4 degrees.And crawling up a mountain on all fours.Sitting and eating naan and discussing food with friends.Photographs.Betty Boop pajamas.a little stress.not too much though.sweet gajar halwa.discussion on how i like dudhi halwa too.gulabjamuns.and arguing for more.calling people STD.not getting through some.worrying.not worrying.laughing.telling gross tales.suntan lotion.Vaseline.ski-ing.falling down.bruise on knee.OG LA.Blankets.smiling.Falling asleep during a game.with my mouth open ofcourse.Blue socks.Rafting!freezing cold water.

happiness is happening.for more reasons than one.
PS:Mumbai will continue to remain my favoritest city.There isn't a single optician in Manali.Are you telling me that not a single soul EVER had a problem with their eyes?!

Dobbicles

I hope my Dobby finds this and reads it. He is quite a weird kid, house elf actually.He smiles in his sleep and sing "you're so nice and you're so smart,you're such a good friend I can break your heart" which i thought was a song that he cooked up when he was supposed to be cleaning the shoe cupboard.But Dobby made me listen to it on his IPOD and it is a real song.My Dobby plays his guitar and taps his foot in rhythm.He sings and then throws his pokey head backwards and laughs.He falls asleep with a book in his hand, which is weird coz Dobby is illiterate.Dobby has a little yellow pouch that his master got him, and he keeps his prized possessions in it. Which include earphones, earbuds, and earrings.and a little dust.and a torn bus ticket.Dobby supports Royal Challenge(rs?)Banagalore, because he is a devotee of Rahul Dravid, and Dobby prays at night when everyone else sleeps.Or so i would believe.Dobby is a darling.My Dobby is like no other.Which is pretty much understood, because there is only ONE Dobby :D

FOOD!

you know you are a foodie when:
~when all your phone calls with friends end with "lets talk it over coffee sometime soon"
~when you say random things like "the bestest sev puri ever is at this chat place in the lane next to VT station,third left-fourth shop to the right" or "dude,you've gotta taste this kulfi thing i had in poona"
~when you find yourself secretly hoping that you had called for the brownie that the the woman at the next table is having,although you've already had a dessert of your own
~ When your friend excitedly tells you about an icrecream place in Santacruz and without batting an eyelid you say,"yeh Gokuls.i go there like all the time"
~you drag your friend after a proper meal, from Khar to Lokhandwala,only coz "I feel like having the chicken frankie from BreadKraft.
~you never miss the 1st day of the month at Gelato.
~you never have lesser than 3 scoops of Gelato on the above mentioned day.
~you say "shit i have put on so much weight" and eat a whole bar of chocolate the next minute.
~ Food is appropriate for all your emotions-anger,happiness,anxiety,worry,sadness,little excitement,lots of excitement,when you're tired,when you're bored.when you're waiting for someone to call,before and after ever meal.
~ You have tasted the masala pav at Sahakari Bhandar and love it.
~ You are a regular at Croissants and the guy behind the counter knows your order by now
~ You have intense conversations with like minded friends about food.
~ Cheese fondue at relish and Chocolate mousse cake at Vanilla can make you swoon at any given point of time.
~ you finish your friends iced tea and sandwich and then have the nerve to complain that the iced tea flavour wasnt nice.
~ your friend keeps swatting away your hand everytime it seems like it may grab a bit of the food of his plate.
~ Your nickname is the name of a yummy food thing.
~ nothing except the smell of warm toasted bread and butter can wake you up.not even a woman who is yelling into your ear and pulling off your blanket(mother)
~whenthe subway guy,your parents,friends neighbours and everyone close to you or not so close even know that you DONT like tomatoes and olives in your chicken teriyaki sub.
~ when you grab bites of stuff from the pot while its still cooking.
~ when you tell your friend,"i'll come help with your project if you come after that to have pani puri at super sweets with me"
~ when one of your best friends renames you something that means "a person who hogs a lot" on his phone.
~ when your friends favorite past-time is poking fun at your eating habits.
~ when you finish a whole packet of oatmeal cookies all by yourself when you're supposedly on a diet and then when your friends laugh at you you say,"WHAT?!its healthy food okay!"
~ when your terms of endearment are "you're a pumpkin pie" and "you're my chocolate chip cookie"
~ when your blog is called richdarkchocolate

sarcasm is a beautiful thing..

"ohhhh my goooddddd!i have the same novel." "yeah,they publish more than one copy nowadays."

"are your notes useful?i mean will they be of help?" "no,they are pretty crap..i find it very amusing to write sheet after sheet of bullshit."

"did you find the cameras?" "yeah,thats why i am under the table." (FRIENDS)

"does this calculator open?"(looking at a scientific calc with a cover)"no,you just look at the cover and if your faith is strong enough then the answer magically appears."

"Are you guys like studying?"(to a bunch of people who have their noses buried in books.) "no, no..just having fun..you know..the usual,a bit of economics a dash of history..just a few old pals having a good time."

"whats that?"(pointing to a cellphone.) "its a remote control."(completely deadpan voice)

"are you gonna study for exams?" "are you crazy?who does that anymore..its like so 19th century!!"

I'm there.

The place was full of people,a sea of black.They stood in groups,some made small talk.Some merely dabbed at their eyes.Adam killed himself.He slit himself.His once strong wrists were in a mangled mess.I vaguely remember yelling myself hoarse when my father walked into the room and said,"Honey..Adam's dead."Just like that.No prelude.No explanation.!8 years and 2 seconds.We come down to the same thing.Adam..who stuck his tongue out and yelled "you're a girl..boo" when we were small and played cricket.Adam..who punched me in my stomach, because i called him ugly.Adam..who fought with me because he knew i'd still be his best friend.Adam..who spoke to me at night on the phone,till i practically fell asleep.Adam my best friend for 18 goddamn years.Is dead.And all i can do is yell.
The priest is whispering something to Adam's dad.He signals to me and i walk up to him, my legs feeling like lead."Adam would have wanted you to talk."
I walk up to the altar,a churchfull of people looking up at me.their faces solemn.
i begin,my voice quaking so much that i cant understand what i am saying.i breathe and start again
"If it were upto Adam,now,id probably wearing a pair of old shorts and my nightshirt.If it were upto Adam,id probably be carrying his cricket bat.But its not upto him anymore.In the past few months,i lost my best friend.I couldnt get myself to talk to him.He scared me.He wouldnt talk.he never smiled.he'd brood all day long.I really dont know why.And the loser that i was i never asked.I gave him his space.But thats where i messed up.Because sometimes when people say "Leave me alone" they actually mean "im dying of loneliness.please come and hold my hand,because i cant face this alone." Adam was the last person who people thought would kill himself.Because when you're cricket team captain,class rep,the best looking guy around and have a wonderful set of parents, your life is perfect.Apparently not.Beneath all this Adam was just another guy,who watched FRIENDS and laughed and hoped that his best friend would call, when she'd just hung up on him.She didnt.Im sorry Ad.Im sorry,i was away fighting my own demons when you needed me to help fight yours.Especially since all my life,you have fought mine.Im sorry.It sounds cold,but really i am here for you.Its useless now.It really is. I was always there.just that i didnt make sure you knew it.What can i say?One day we'll talk it out,over a Chicken Sub and coke.And no issues,this time i'll pay for dessert.We'll talk it out."

I walked out of the church,crying too hard to talk.And if im not mistaken i felt the presence of a tall,handsome boy with a broad smile and a cricket bat.

JLT

6:30am:Wake up long enough to snooze alarm.go back to sleep.
6:40am:Phone is making sounds.Think its alarm.Press snooze again.Apparently,its NOT alarm.
Its a wake up call from mother,who is away on morning walk.Cut the call.Go back to
sleep.
6:50am:Phone rings again.Talk gibberish to mother,who is sounding ultra-cheerful despite the
inhuman hour.Go back to sleep.
7:15 am:Finally,get up.Realise that its late and there is no time to wash hair,as planned.React to
the situation by hurling copy of the oxford mini dictionary that is lying around,across
the room.
7:30am:Major panic.Cant find ironed clothes.And the forces of the world decide that now is a
good time for the ghar ka iron to conk off.
8:04am:Waiting on andheri stn, with wet hair(plan was executed,not efficiently though)and
red shirt and red shoes.Close resemblance to Santa Claus.
10:30am:Happiness comes in form of break.Happiness vanishes in a minute,when some angel
comes by and informs of random meeting on the other side of college.
12:10pm:Run to library to xerox stats notes.Lib guy is a pain and says that i wont be allowed
because my lib card is torn.Words that are exchanged are not printed here to protect
sentiments.Monarch saved my life.Xerox at rs.50ps.Bless them!
1:00pm:Wonderfully over-enhusiastic girl from class informs about stats honours at 2.right,
when Im leaving college.Strong urge to faint.
1:03pm:Impromtu plan to visit McDonalds.Idea of coke float cheers me up.
1:30pm:McDonalds.Im Lovin it!
2:00pm:Stats honours.Realise for once,what it feels to feel sleepy,tired,flustered,bored,angry
and dazed out at same time.Spend time laughing at comments made from peers around.
4:30pm:Trudge to mess,for food.Mess is closed.
4:34pm:Settle for vadapav,that is consumed in a minute.Eat more than half the packet of pure
magic biscuit that friend has purchased for herself.Aware that friend might be cursing
me in her mind,too tired to do anything about it.
4:45pm:Walk to washroom.Spend ages.First washing face etc.Then waiting for friend to finish
brushing her hair.
5:00pm:Walk to CCD, to meet more friends.Aware of sick feeling,that feels like my legs are
made of lead.
5:13pm:Settle in sofa,in CCD.Very very sleepy.Ignore friends who are making random wise
cracks.
6:30pm:Get up to leave,full of vegan shake and packets of sugar!
7:00pm:Reach churchgate stn,in a bad mood,for no apparent reason.Board stupid train and crib
to friend,who patiently listens to my tales of woe!
8:00pm Take a bus at andheri stn that is very crowded.Listen to music.Hear the song 'yeh ishq
haeee" thrice on different radio stations.
8:20pm:Reach home to see ghar ke lights off.Realise its that 'batii band' thing.Feel proud of
parents.
8:45pm:Go for bath.Come out with chattering teeth.Hurriedly change and crash into bed after
eating one and a half chicken sandwich.
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Aha!

Hey..Read this in a magazine.. Quite liked it, so thought i'll write something on the same lines..

Things that are "oh-so-right" together:

~Your favorite grey sweatshirt and steaming hot chocolate.
~Sleepless nights and lame SMS forwards
~Freshly shampooed hair and flavoured lipgloss
~Faded denims and converse all star
~Your oldest pair of shorts and coloured socks.
~Kohl and a starched white kurta
~Leftover potato chips and unsolved crosswords.
~First rains and coffee.
~Stormy weather and horror movies.
~Heavy rains and your favorite book.
~Bryan Adams and crying over nothing at all.
~Curly hair and biting sarcarsm
~Soft blankets and smiling to yourself
~Cellphones and gossip
~Best friends and aimless chatter
~Ringing laughter and the college canteen
~McChicken and A medium coke.
~Chocolate and walnut brownie with warm chocolate sauce
~Raised eyebrows and "Damn you"s
~Hanging up on friends and calling back in a minute.
~Snicker Bars and Tom-and-jerry marathon cartoon sessions
~Buttered popcorn and a chick-flick.
~Newspapers and page 3
~Cheese-capsicum sandwich and nimbu paani
~Wooden bangles and a cloth bag
~Pajamas and 8am eco lectures
~Standard deviation and scientific calculators
~"Ahhh...Im Bored!!" and commerce classes.
~Harry potter and your very own Dobby :-)
~Hot water baths and warm towels.
~Siblings and in-jokes
~Colaba causeway and junk jewellery

oh..how i love these!

oh my god..i love these..interview-rapid fire like thingis..someone sent me one,and i just put it up here,coz my blog is feeling lonely :) (i cant believe i just said that)

The first thing:
1.you do when you get up?
~ check to see if i have any messages/missed calls on my phone.

2.you say when you meet someone for the first time?
~how's it going?

3.you do when someone is mean to you:
~go silent.and thats impactful enough,coz otherwise i never shut up..

4.you do when someone's crying?
~ahh..thats a tough one.it depends actually.on who the person is.

5.you say when you're in a fight and you want to end it:
~hahaha..what made you think i end fights?i play till the end.and for keeps :P:P

6.you say when you're on the verge of tears:
~"ohh man..its all so messed up.i don't know whatta do yaaa"



You live for:
~a lot of things.

You wouldn't mind dying for:
~i dont feel for anything so strongly yet.YET.

when someone says FUN,immediately you think of:
~hanging out with pals.or those mad sleepvers.so many things.

the first thing that comes to your mind when someone says "comfort food"
~snicker bars!

the last time you hung up on someone:
~day before yesterday.on a woman who was trying to get me to register for a matrimonial service.i know its mean to hang up on someone,but come on i was in a lecture.

the last time someone hung up on you:
~i dont let people hang up on me.i blackmail,i plead,i shout,i do these weird things.you see im quite a phone-person :)

the song that's going on in your head right now:
There's a kind of hush-Herman's Hermit.

the song that makes you smile no matter what:
oh god,so many.but topping the list i think is:
maee ri-euphoria
have you ever really loved a woman?-Bryan Adams
American Pie-Don McClean

Favourite song of all time
SUMMER OF '69!!!!!!!!

Favourite TV program:
Full House

Childhood hero:
Jerry.Belonging to mouse family.Of tom and jerry fame.

Favourite colour:
blue

People you admire:
they know who they are.

one thing that pisses you off in people:
a lot of things.sorry,but im not one the most patient people you've met.

Things in people you'll remember forever:
conversations.laughter.

Favourite Quote:
If you could have, you would have (jack nicholsan-"The Departed")

The last time you wondered why you were alive:
11:45 am,Commerce Lecture Novemeber 28th.

The last time you wished you were stil a kid:
im still a kid,you know :)

you end a phone call by saying:
Keep safe.Have fun.

the last time you laughed.Why?
a minute ago.cant quite remember the reason :)

Parting words:
umm..do what you were meant to do.and next time,trying to think things over in the loo.it helps.really.

Reasons..

Reasons why i believe that Junior college was nicer and simpler than senior college:
~ Everyone smiled at everyone,said hello and didnt look harrowed and close to tears,even on the day of exams!
~People discussed civilized enjoyable topics like the weird pink shrug some XYZ girl wore and who got chucked out in Hindi Tutorials as compared to now where people feverishly jabber about how long each answer has to be in the psycho paper!
~People didnt badger you by asking HOW many honours programmes you've signed up for and didnt go all narrow-eyed and shriek "ONE CREDIT?!THATS IT!!!???"
~There were no seminars,no research papers,no seperate attendance for each subject and NO 8a.m. lectures!
~ALL MY FRIENDS WERE IN MY GODDAMN CLASS..!!!
~French classes were fun,laid-back and not friggin drill sessions with people yelling "Madame Trente-six..Madame,i missed my attendance..Desole..je suis..arrgghhh"
~Projects mean loads of MMR lectures where people cheered and smiled and we watched movies every opportunity we could.
~We were still the kids..
~We still had 3 full years to go in college..time flies..*sigh*
~we knew exam marks would be okay..if not great..NOW..well..no comments.
~I didnt even have to make a library card..now i have to actually USE it..
~we had textbooks that catered to our needs..now,text books are for light-reading.. or you might have these manic children breathe down you r necks hissing," didn't you refer H.L.Ahuja..are you joking..the text book is bullshit..i did Ahuja thrice" yeah..THANK YOU.
~there is no misery-in-company coz all my friends have different subjects.
~Different subjects means hardly any co-ordinated studying..man,i actually have to make my own study schedule.
~SIP..SIP..its the bloody bane of my life..how much social service can an average 18 year old do..JUST TELL ME...i hope to the heavens above that,the dude who decides whether you go to heaven or hell when you die,is watching this..coz this social service had messed up my social life.

thats it for now,will crib more later.Merci beaucoup!

to B or not to B

i was fooling around with a friend on the phone and she was reading some we-reveal-your-future type horoscope and she said my lucky alphabet is B! i wonder why,but owing to immense boredom and zero inclination to study,i sat and listed all the stuff from B that matters to me..
it rambles off too much midway..my apologies!

~brownies
~Bryan Adams!
~best friends
~banana boat (thats the name of the sunscreen i use)
~Bumblebee..
~Blue!(both the colour and the band!)
~Braces!(i meant the teeth ones!)
~Billybob
~Bangles(both the accessories and the band!)
~Batatoes..thats what one girl said for batata+potatoes
~Bass kya!
~Bob the builder
~brown girl in the ring
~BASH!
~bhulakar(anush..this one's for you!)
~Better Together!
~Bijuri(Ashi..tu samajh gayi na)
~BP(Buddhi Pradarshan!)
~Baba
~Bungee Jumping!
~Blaaaaaah!
~Biryani
~Barista!

well,thats about you.i told you.the matter's dangerous to the sanity of most.
but since i associate with the ones who aren't included in 'most'..i guess im safe.love all of you.

you pick..

can i call you?
i realised you hung up,
and not nicely too.
will you speak to me,
if i say i wont argue?
we can talk about anything you like.
i wont snort,if i think its too mundane,
i wont groan if i can't understand..

will you walk with me?
we dont have to go somewhere pretty..
we dont have to go somewhere nice
i wont walk too fast,
i wont get distracted,
and i promise not to wave at random people on the road.

can we sit on the porch together?
i wont keep cutting across what you're saying..
i wont tap my feet impatiently..
we can just be,
silent if you feel like it..
and if you want,
i'll keep my opinions to myself,for once..

feel like an icecream?
i promise not too get all giggly,
and i wont laugh too loud,if you spill..
we can just walk through,
and if it melts,
and that made you smile,
i wont pull a face and ask why.

we can have a mean game of squash,
and if i lose,i wont get angry,
and if i win,i wont rub it in,
we can just be ourselves,
and if it gets too much,
there's always chess :)

but can i ask you once?
after all this,will you still like me?
because,if i do become such a good girl,
i wont be myself..

thats what made me happy..

apologies for sounding self-obsessed in the post below..but yes books make me happy..so i am just gonna ramble about the books i love and treasure..

1.Kite Runner: Khaled Hosseini spins magic with this one..hit me as hard as it could have. brilliant,moving,exceptional use of language.Its never ceases to amaze me how he described Baba so perfectly.everyone actually,but i was in awe of Baba by the end.truly,"you cant love some people,without hating them a bit."

2.To kill a mockingbird:This book is life-changing..at the end of it,you just go down on your knees and thank God,if he is listening,for Atticus.

3.Anne of the Green Gables:People found it syrupy,i loved it..very imaginative,very earnest!

4.The God of Small Things: not so much for the plot,more for the rambling..and it also helps that she is curly haired :)

5.Not without my daughter: Brillliant brilliant brilliant book.and there comes a point when you're like..i couldnt get safer than this!!

6.Can you keep a secret?:Kinsella is chick-lit galore..loved this one..quick read.good laugh

7.To sir with love: You probably missed it on the book shelf,but this one's totally worth a read..

8.Five point someone: who doesnt like this one?!i like Ryan the best though..pretend-tough eh?

9.Interpreter of Maladies: Jhumpa Lahiri at her best,liked this better than Namesake.

10.A fine balance: Tragic.But sad stories make brilliant books.this one couldnt have brought out the statement better.one of my favourites.Mistry makes you think,and HOW!

11.O Henry short stories: i loveddddddd them!!!!!!

12.Animal Farm: Clever.very very very clever.

13.James Herriot Series: by the end you'll love animals.or atleast reading about them.no pretences.no hang ups.just a whole lot of 'feel-good' happening.'Coz in the end,he sets it all right!

14.The flying chair series:Enid Blyton should be honoured the world over for making children believe that magic exists..you just have to look hard and in the right places. Clue:if you walk around looking at shoes..chances are you wont find magic,and might get your skull cracked by being run over by a truck.

15.Windmills of the Gods:Sidney Sheldon's best,in my opinion.Nothing lasts forever came very very close,but this on is very well written.no loopholes,as far as i looked.

16.Princess Diaries: chick-lit again..but i loved this as well..its a good thing,to read chick-lit once in a while.

17.Catcher in the Rye: builds such a nice picture, and i love books that dont have plotS!

18.HARRY POTTER!: wokay,i love harry potter and those who don't..HOW!?!!!!!!*falls in shock,like petrificus totalus!*

many others,which i will add eventually..as of now.. sleep beckons..
so now..good night.keep safe.and dont worry.the world wont end between now and tomorrow.so worry tomorrow.sleep well :)