La Bella Vita????

OK Can it get any messier?? I know that just when i say that.....it will. Sure as hell. I don't like to whine(though i do....a lot) but what can you do when....

1) You have an exam on the 16th which you are going to bomb. Again.
2) You've had to hear how the rest of your class fared in a previous exam. No prizes for guessing that they did way WAY better than you did. You just lie and say you haven't checked your result.
3)You get to know that everybody knows what you thought they didn't know. But who cares...right? RIGHT????
4)You old clothes aren't very flattering on you anymore.(Sigh)
5)You wanna dance but there's no party! Put on music and dance at home?-What are ya, a loon??
6) There are two cartons of baskin robbins ice cream and two bottles of coke in the fridge; the little voices in your head are constantly arguing over whether it would be prudent to have some. Maybe just a little bit...No!Must resist!!...(see 4)
7)You decide it's payback time....Um but what exactly should you do? You don't even have time for payback time!
8)New year's eve coming up.....Of course you always have a sucky new year's eve while everybody is out partayyyingg.
9)You still can't drive!
10)All people can talk about is exams, studies blah di blah. What a snore-fest....
11)Everytime you open your book to study- you either feel sleepy or hungry or feel like watching a movie....er anything that will take you away from the book;) Golly no wonder you're eating so much
12)You're so bored with life you actually stay in class during break-time to study.(Gasp!)
13)Christmas is coming and you have a sudden hankering for presents-yeah right!
14)You've just realized you've wasted time blogging when you should have been studying.....AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!

Sweet mama's glory I am gonna be in so much trouble!

This feeling's like no other....

Wow.
I mean wow. I certainly wasn't expecting this.....the sleepover started off normally enough.....with us stuffing our faces and watching lame teenage movies which i now realize are SO f***ing unrealistic and insignificant. Stupid even. So we decided to watch another movie....normal sleepover thing right?

The Notebook.....loads of people told me that it's a reallllyyyyy cuuuteee movie and I should totally watch it. What they didn't tell me is that it's so heart-wrenchingly beautiful, so poignantly moving and so very happy that it's almost sad. Can something like that really exist? So perfect just because it isn't! I talking real crap I know but what do I do? This movie evokes all emotions- I laughed, i called the girl a bitch, I went all "awwww" and.........................................................
ten minutes left for the movie to end and well well whaddya know- I'm bawling my head off! ME! I never cry during movies!!!! Except for one or two lame movies(homeward bound, kal ho na ho and that too only a teeeny bit)....Well yeah I was crying so hard I couldn't watch the end.....I just hid behind the pillow. Oh My God. And you know what? Allie was seventeen when she met Noah, her first and only TRUE love.
Well now it's like a big reality check.....tomorrow I go back to life's monotony. That's why I'm writing this now, in the moment. I know I sound like a total sap....but you gotta experience the magic of the movie to believe it....well atleast it was magical for me.....hehe I know tomorow it may seem trivial or whatever....and that makes me feel sad too.
Note to self- Do not watch movies which make you howl at 2 in the night and remind you of things you do not want to or should not be remembering.
Okay I am one messed up and confused person.....but honestly .....that was one of the most beautiful stories ever. I'm lost for words. Sorry guys I can't type anymore....I am just shocked.
Wow. That's it.

P.S. I say, I almost forgot- Happy Birthday Sayonee!

Why I cried after I turned 17.......

It's 1:48 in the morning and it's also my birthday, so happy birthday to me! I turn 17 today. People do a lot of things when they turn 17, like meet some guy at a carnival, poke fun at him when he threatens to jump off the ferris wheel unless you go out with him and yeah, take his pants off in full public view, just like Allie in "The Notebook"
Yes, a wonderful and sappy start to my birthday....I just cried and I absolutely loved it. You can't put in words, you just can't put this in words....................
It's beautiful and just so amazing and..........
Ok, we started out laughing in the beginning because Ryan Gosling, though a very good actor, has weird and funny expressions and yeah, he looks like Ranbir Kapoor in his hats but that's not the point...........
Ok I'm searching dictionary.com for words. Does that even give you a hint of what a loss I'm at!!!!!
Yes, we were cringing at all the "ahem" parts and I lost count of how many times we've used the word "bitch" or pointed fingers at the screen Nagaraj style What am I thinking of? Nothing. Why am I thinking of nothing?
I'm not sure. Is it this movie? I don't even remember the scenes that properly now but you know that feeling that just remains with you like how you look at the sun for a long time and even after you look away, you can still see it, only its dark , like its veiled or something
Ok, I'm talking nonsense, I want to delete this. Why can't I write this normally? I'm getting writer's block like atleast a zillion times a minute.
I want to talk about the movie. About how Noah makes Allie lie down in the middle of the road and stare at the traffic lights and then get up squealing when a car comes by and nearly runs them over and Allie laughs all strange-like more like the "huhuhuhuhuh" and grunting, how they are both fighting one moment and she slaps him and then they behave like it never happened, how she begs and pleads with him when he wants to break up and then tells him that she hates him and pushes him in the car.......and the house, the house he rebuilt from scratch, the house where he promised her a room where she could sit and paint and watch the sunset...Noah didn't sell the house, he tried to shoot the guy who offered $50,000 for it. He was offering too much money for the house and nobody in their right minds would do that and so he didn't want a lunatic living in his house(that was funny)
And Lon, what kind of a name is that? What kind of a person is he? He's all wired up and stiff as a board and he asks her out. And he has the audacity to remind her of it while dressed up in his uniform and it wasn't even as cute as Noah's reminder. Git. He knew he was making himself irresistible. Which girl can resist a guy in uniform? Poor guy, of course, he's not to blame, he just got pushed in.
The 366 letters, the duckies, the rain, the lake.......it was all so beautiful. The pain of seeing a loved one suffer right in front of your eyes and there's nothing you can do about but wait for tomorrow...
Was it a happy ending? No. Was it a sad ending? No. Was it a bittersweet ending? NO NO NO NO NO
What kind of ending was it? I don't know...I just don't....

P.S. It's mighty strange to write a blog entry in front of a live audience in the middle of the night

On the Street where you live

Did you ever think how restaurants came into being? I mean, they are like these public places where people go to eat when they get bored of home food, to lazy to cook or whatever. Restaurant food is always tastier than home food. They are always prettier than your home. They always treat you like a king and you don’t even have to clean the dirty dishes!!! (except when you don’t have enough money to pay your bills) Pourquoi, may I ask? But I’m not complaining. I love restaurants. I believe they are a public utility service of utmost importance.
So when a friend asked me if I wanted to sample this new restaurant, I was like,”Yeah! I’ll be there! What time?” At first, I found it a bit strange that the restaurant’s name should bear a resemblance to one of Samuel Clemens’s legendary characters and rumour has it that the place also houses its inanimate namesake, but the food is out of this world!!!! It was like a mélange of cuisines, a potpourri of different cultures juxtaposed with………oh, you get the point!!! My first time around and I gave it a double thumbs-up and now whenever my parents ponder over which restaurant to grace with their presence, I say “Can we go there please??????? Let’s go there!!! Please? Pretty Please!!!!!!!!”
So one afternoon, after some fine dining (uh, lunching), the same friend and I were standing outside waiting for an auto when she says,
“I really like this area, its pretty!”
“Yeah, me too!”
“Lot of cool places here like ________” and she gave me a whole list
“Wait, I thought they were in……….”
“Dude, we are in that place! Are you new around here?”
HOLD YOUR PONIES!!! You’re telling me this is…………………..
Suddenly the screech of a gramophone record and violins in the background

I have often walked down this street before,
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before,
All at once am I several storeys high,
Knowing I’m on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Can enchantment pour out of every door?
No, its just on the street where you live

And oh, the towering feeling!
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear

People stop and stare, they don’t bother me
For there’s nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by…………….
I don’t care if I……………..
Can be here on the street where you live

Ok, I’ve never seen a lilac tree in my entire life and I doubt very much if I had heard a lark but I couldn’t believe it. I had combed the City of Culture, every lane, every turn, every crossing and every corner hoping that they would hold signs of him already having visited that place or going to visit them. Every time I ventured out, it was like he fit in every scene that I looked at. And now after all this time….after all these years….the place that I visited occasionally and now stood at, had transformed in my eyes. This was it. My search has ended. Yeah, that’s where I was……………..on the street where he lived.

The Great Eraser Incident

Erasers. What do you do when errors mar your paper and you have no hope of correcting them? TA TA RA TA! ERASER TO THE RESCUE. Sometimes they are also called rubbers. You know I used to call them rubbers once upon a time but everytime I did, people would give me that freaky smile with that mad look in their eyes which I couldn’t understand but I solved the mystery only last year and now I think it would be more prudent to call it eraser
So it’s been quite sometime since The Great Realization. He sat all the way there in No Man’s Land and I found myself wishing one day that he were closer. And the very next day he packed his bags and moved into the bench next to me. Talk about wishful thinking. Cool!
One particularly uneventful day, my eraser seemed hellbent on getting way from the adhesive force that bound it to the desk and eloping with gravity. My hips were getting some exercise from all that bending. A dismembered voice behind me said “Oh God! You’re just doing that so that he would pick it up!”
Now I swear (cross my heart and hope to die) that I wasn’t even thinking about some thing like this until the idea was thrown at me. So the next time the eraser fell………….
Damn! Missed it!
I retrieved my eraser. A few seconds later it fell down again and this time, it was right near his foot.
Just ask him to pick it up, I told myself. No big deal. It doesn’t mean anything. Ask him now……..
Throughout the class, I tried to muster my courage. Ok, maybe break time.
Break Time………….
Not immediately!!!! Maybe I should wait for some time.
I came back into class, resolved that I would ask him to pick up that eraser but I couldn’t do it. You know why? THERE WAS NO ERASER ON THE GROUND!!!! Why that thieving, conniving little magpie! He picked up my eraser after all and I didn’t even get to ask him! Where is my eraser? I WANT MY ERASER!!!!
[A friend of mine after the narration of this incident “Oh that’s so like me, picking up stray erasers and using them”]
Teasing voices in the background, “Now you’ll never get it back! Serves you right!” and exit the class.
I saw him coming back. Ok, its now or never….
“Hey, have you seen an eraser lying around here anywhere?”
“Yeah, I put it here”, lifting the desk of the bench in front of him
“Thanks!”
The Next Day…………………
“Where did you get that eraser from?”
“I asked him for it. That’s all”
And I never let anybody touch that eraser again……………………………….

Penning the Pedagogues - 4

More rule breaking, more giggling, more consciousness about looks, more fun and of course cool navy blue ties……….high school had finally arrived.

HIGH SCHOOL
Mrs. Srilatha (Math, Chemistry) : She had this eerie air about her. Her sarcasm could cut you like a knife and you know you are in trouble when she gives you that creepy smile. Firm with her stiff upper lip but she was nice occasionally. Most people said that she just was that way to cover up for her lack of knowledge. On Children’s Day, she dressed up in a Hawaiian shirt and yellow chinos (yuck!)

Mrs. Jaya Samson (Math, Physics) : You could never sleep in her class. Was she that good? No, she was OK, she just screamed a lot. She made it a point to drill each and every point in her head but I’d rather listen to the sound of a drill. But don’t get me wrong, she was nice, she was just monotonous and droning

Mrs. Indira Rao (Math) : This lady had a firm grip on her subject and firmer grip on her students. She was plump and jolly but strict at the same time. Kinda like a scary teddy bear. You wanted to hug her and run away from her at the same time. But she was very helpful and supportive to us during our Boards

Mrs. Rugmini (Biology) : She was the mother of one of our batchmates, Sharanya but she never showed any favouritism. She was warm, kind and friendly and was an excellent teacher.

Mrs. Shashikala (Biology) : She was a very good teacher too. All you need is a neat handwriting and 50/50 in two consecutive exams and she’ll exemplify you even in front of your juniors (that’s me!) She was nice with helping me for my Genetics paper by lending me books. Her pet phrase was “Do you understand?” 10A recorded her saying it for a total of 131 times in the span of one period. Woah.

Mrs. Durga (Physics) : Durga symbolizes power and boldness…..and she was its living antithesis. Meek and mousy, she could barely raise her voice or hold the class’s attention for more than 5 seconds. The only concept that she taught well was “The working of a Xerox Machine”. Oh, and she so completely sucks at shotput

Mrs. Lalita Juneja (Hindi) : Excuse the strong language but she was a complete loony, demented, freaky nutcase!!! She derived some kind of pleasure from terrorizing students and embarrassing them. She twisted my finger during an exam because I was writing “before time”. One day, just because of a spasm of pain in my shoulder, she sent trudging across the entire school to get myself medicated and accused me of wasting her time!!! Her crassness just added to her personality. Our talented seniors had composed a poem in her memory :
“Hamari Hindi Teacher hain Mrs. Lallu,
Jo Girati hain uski pallu,
Aur uthati hain use hallu hallu”

Mrs. Indu (Hindi) : She was at any rate better than her predecessor. She was all smiles and jokes and fun inside class but outside, her face was indistinguishable from a stone gargoyle. A very opinionated person as well. We got to hear her views right from leaders of the yore to modern advertisements. She was quite liberal with praise as she was with rebukes. She told me to jump off a building because I backed out of the debate (Yikes!)

Mrs. Ribero (English) : She was quite a darling and she loved me naturally (I’ve been a favourite of English Teachers ever since I learnt the alphabet!) She was very sweet and soft-spoken and a very good music composer, songwriter and playwright and always helped put up our school stage shows. She was a good natured and a very God-fearing person. My only discrepancy with her was that she detested Harry Potter.


Ms. Elvina (English) : She liked me too but in a weird sort of way. Force something on me, if I do it right, praise me in a critical sort of way, screw it, yell at me. She was unmarried and so believed that she could mingle with us better. Um….not. Heard a lot of equestrian jokes about her too. She was fondly known as “Elamma” and I added “Elakamma” later in a fit of post-Meenaxi enthusiasm. But its true that she gave me a lot of opportunities in entering essay competitions and all.

Mrs. Hema (S.U.P.W) : She was boring. Period. Her ideas were boring. Period. S.U.P.W was a very boring period. Period.

Mrs. Tejeshwari (History) : History is boring and so was the teacher….so thought the rabblement but not me. She was high up on my respect list. Although she liked to have her finger in every pie at times, she mostly kept to herself and was level headed. Rumour has it that inspite of her impassive nature, I was her favourite student and why wouldn’t I be? I did top History in my batch consecutively for 3 years!

Mrs. Vinaysheela (Computers) : The post of Computer teacher at St. Ann’s was equivalent to that of Defence Against Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Nobody lasted for more than a year. But she lasted for two and she was quite good. But she was quite temperamental and a little insecure. I think she nurtured a secret wish of being a drummer because she liked to practice her moves on our heads and say “Hopeless Girls!” She was a funny dancer (refer to memory of “Yaad Piya ki Aane Lagi”)

Mrs. Shanti (Computers) : Did I mention we had two Computer teachers? One of them changed by the dozen but she remained, as fixed as ever. She used to scare me when I was little but she’s really alright. Just a little lethargic, lazy and misinformed that RANDOM NUMBERS WERE NOT A PART OF THE BOARD SYLLABUS!

Mrs. Celine (Games) : I would be doing her a grave injustice if I had mentioned her in any of my earlier posts because she was terror personified to all the little kids but she was an absolute favorite with us seniors. She was strict with us too but the rules were a little lax. She had this way of making things sound funny even by keeping a gaunt face. She was damn sweet! She’s the one who keeps our school going because if it wasn’t for her martinet policies St. Ann’s would have disintegrated into a place full of, as she would like to call it, “Junglee Maddus” Oh, she liked to call me See – yonee.

Mrs. Anumathai (Chemistry) : She was really sweet and nice and a very good teacher as well. A little lazy, yes, but everybody has shortcomings. She spoke real good English too and reminded me of Smita Patil. On the last day, she gifted each and evrery one of us with little prayer books. She offered to compensate for the slam book she lost by paying me for it and when I refused to accept it, she told me to consider it as a gift and her blessing and that really made me cry.

Mrs. Jaya Rajgopalan (Geography): I would say she was like the sun………big, round and full of gas. Things were fine in the beginning but somehow she hardened towards me the minute she found out that I was taking IIT tuitions. She had her own set of favourites and was of course “the best teacher in the twin cities”. Now if you were such a model teacher then you should know that the first quality of a teacher is to be UNBIASED. She unceremoniously booted me out from her favourites but of course she made it look like I could hang around the fringes. Uh…..no thank you, not interested! It was disgusting to see the way she pushed herself in the limelight and made a spectacle of herself and people gave her a wide berth. Sorry you didn’t make it to my respect list.

Mrs. Bernadine (Geography) : She had very large shoes to fill..literally. She wasn’t a “model teacher” but she was boring, a little annoying and real stingy with marks. She always taught with a pointer in her hand which we liked to call “Bernie ki Mooch”

Mrs. Indira Narayan (English) : Meet the topper of my respect list. Teacher par excellence, I can’t describe her to you. Graceful, dignified, good command over her English and a responsible citizen, you simply stand in awe of this lady! She’s very tech savvy too and that made her really popular with her students. I think it goes without saying that she adored me and vice versa. A good sense of humour and had an air of intelligence around her. She disliked Harry Potter too which was a real pity because otherwise I think we would have made the ideal student-teacher pair

Sr. Antonia (Principal) : The ringleader of our crazy circus, the man (er..woman) behind the show. Under her reign, I had seen some good and entirely crazy policies but she was a nice person but she wasn’t very articulate. Once while introducing me to some ex-students she said to me, “These are your seniors” and turning to them “This is your junior” Uh…OBVIOUSLY!!! But of course she led an austere life as a nun. She only had like a split A.C, refrigerator, divan, high speed Internet on a super computer and as I found out today from Harmeet, an Ipod in her office. Really, she leads a very simple life…

Dum dee doo dee dah! (yep that's how bored I am)

It's 11:45 on a saturday night and I'm bored. BORED. On a saturday night. Jeez what is the world coming to? There is nothing to watch on the telly-nothing i tell ya! Unless I watch that awful movie- Mr. ya Miss ( those who haven't heard of it, yeah you're better off) or Vivah, which i have already seen and loved but do not have the patience or the mood to sit through again.....hmm or i could watch cartoons on disney channel in telugu- uh NOT! So when bored, what do we do? We go online that's what we do! And if there's noone to chat with? Us lunatics talk to ourselves....hmm or a saner option would be to....yepp blog! So here I am, on a saturday night, bored, have I already said that?

So Me, Myself and I decide to pick out a template for the blog. Boy, I didn't know what i was getting myself(or is that me? maybe I?) into- ooh that blue swirly thingy is pretty! So is the red but Sayonee may not like it...darn! what about blue lighning-that's cool right? But it's too blue...Oh OH Unicorn!!:D No No it's toooo er cutesy...- jeez I'm never going to decide at this rate. Maybe i should let Sayonee decide...no no we'll probably end up with a collosseum in the backround or even worse- Cedric Diggory(yikes!)....Hehehe sorry Sayonee, all in good humour:)

So I had my PTM today-man did i breathe a sigh of relief once it was finished or what! They were pretty nice to me ya know especially physics. He kept laughing though in a really annoying way( heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh), sheesh with all due respect(he is good to me) ,I had to stifle my laughter- he was practically begging to be mimicked! Our teachers are pretty boring but very mimickable(erm if that is a word)...
Chemistry -"Ayyyee Saiilleence!(bang on desk and point with hand) Whaaat you are doing in the laast bench??"
Physics- " What's so special about the scientist Young- Even when he is 70 years people will still call him Young!" + aforementioned laughter; me of course banging my head on nearest available surface and wondering what I have done to deserve this!
Math- "Arre it's good yaar!" Hehe he's pretty cool, you know, for a math teacher, except when he gets into one of his moods and gives lecture on studying hard et cetera(makes me feel guilty, it does).
Oh yes the English teacher-loves rhyming words, according to him, we are 'monkey', we are 'flunky', we are 'dinky', we are 'donkey'. Gosh sir, I didn't know dinky was even a word, thank you so much for improving my vocabulary!
Ahhh and French, my favourite(to mimic-duhh!) " Baaayysss(boys), let us do somethinggg-a nice-a todayy" Hello sir? It's the girls....this is just to let you know that, uh, you know, WE EXIST! And we do not appreciate being addressed along with the Baaaaayyysss!

Wheee! I think I've finally found a template!:D:D And HSM2 song is playing so im lost, can't type anymore....."Everyday of our lives...wanna find you there wanna hold on tight.....wanna run while we're young and keep the faith!!"(singing loudly-hoping mum doesn't wake up)

Arrr good night mateys....I'll be backkk!!! (heh heh heh heh heh heh!)