This poster on one of the noticeboards at college made me giggle. Yes that's glitter.
P.S. If you squint really hard, you can make out someone's written "Kidding" in pencil at the bottom. I would have been much more mature and just written "NOT!"
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
I realized I forgot a title after I published the post but now I'm too lazy to think of one and you'll just have to live with that so there.
This poster on one of the noticeboards at college made me giggle. Yes that's glitter.
P.S. If you squint really hard, you can make out someone's written "Kidding" in pencil at the bottom. I would have been much more mature and just written "NOT!"
Sunday, 8 November 2009
I'm Baaaack
Yeah I know, it's been days since I last blogged. Ok fine months. But I'm here now and isn't that all that matters? Yes it is.
What made me break my spell of laziness was the return of a brand new season of MTV Roadies. The seasons just seem to be piling up don't they? Didn't the last one just end? And I know that I'm supposed to think Roadies is just a pseudo reality show. I probably do think that; I certainly thought it during the last season. But the show is just so bloody entertaining! I'm not ashamed to admit it; I'm a fan.
The premiere of this season wasn't publicized as much for some reason. I would have probably missed it (the horror!) if it hadn't been for my friend reminding me. Apparently the bald twins are out of Roadies this time around. In fact, according to my friend, they may be completely out of MTV itself. She swears she saw one of them on a show on Channel V. Then again she's also the person who stalked the Facebook profile of a cute guy, sent him a friend request which was accepted only to discover that the cute guy turned out to be a cute girl. So I don't know how much I trust her judgement/eyesight/levels of sanity.
Anyway. We watched the show together and kinda absolutely loved it. It has a new format which confused us a lot; not because we're easily confounded (we are) but because at the end of the episode, they didn't seem to have picked any Roadies, the people were merely "short listed". Even then the show was great. It has a whole new feel to it thanks to the absence of Raghu in all his balding angry-not-so-young-man glory. The interviewers were Nikhil and both the Cyruses. Needless to say then that there was a lot less yelling and a lot more laughter. A guy was made to act like a dog and bite five random people on the street while a girl was made to run out into the street screaming her lungs out and force feed strangers soda in a bid to save the world.
I can't wait for the next episode.
What made me break my spell of laziness was the return of a brand new season of MTV Roadies. The seasons just seem to be piling up don't they? Didn't the last one just end? And I know that I'm supposed to think Roadies is just a pseudo reality show. I probably do think that; I certainly thought it during the last season. But the show is just so bloody entertaining! I'm not ashamed to admit it; I'm a fan.
The premiere of this season wasn't publicized as much for some reason. I would have probably missed it (the horror!) if it hadn't been for my friend reminding me. Apparently the bald twins are out of Roadies this time around. In fact, according to my friend, they may be completely out of MTV itself. She swears she saw one of them on a show on Channel V. Then again she's also the person who stalked the Facebook profile of a cute guy, sent him a friend request which was accepted only to discover that the cute guy turned out to be a cute girl. So I don't know how much I trust her judgement/eyesight/levels of sanity.
Anyway. We watched the show together and kinda absolutely loved it. It has a new format which confused us a lot; not because we're easily confounded (we are) but because at the end of the episode, they didn't seem to have picked any Roadies, the people were merely "short listed". Even then the show was great. It has a whole new feel to it thanks to the absence of Raghu in all his balding angry-not-so-young-man glory. The interviewers were Nikhil and both the Cyruses. Needless to say then that there was a lot less yelling and a lot more laughter. A guy was made to act like a dog and bite five random people on the street while a girl was made to run out into the street screaming her lungs out and force feed strangers soda in a bid to save the world.
I can't wait for the next episode.
Thursday, 23 July 2009
i think i'm dreaming
Dude. I think I'm in some sort of parallel universe.
Why, you ask? Well here's the thing. My internet speed sucks. On an average, I get 7 kbps. That's right. Seven. On a good day it might go up to 9. That's pretty much it. I've grown used to it after 3 years. I've even grown to love it. Imagine my surprise then when I saw the speed go up to 30 kbps today. I was literally left round eyed when it went up to 60. Naturally I was spellbound as it climbed up to 100. And completely flabbergasted at 200. What should I have done then when at one point it reached 500, you read it right five hundred, kbps? Jump with joy? Yell and scream in incredulous delight? Completely lose my head? Been there, done that. So what do I do now? I've already downloaded a few songs and three movies. Three. All in a few hours. I plan to download three more. The speed is now averaging about 180 kbps. Which, for a girl like me who gets excited when her internet speed enters double digits, is ecstatically thrilling.
Right about now, I'm kinda freaking out (in a good way) plus I'm terrified at the prospect of having to shut down my computer at some point. I'm so sure this is just a temporary gift which will be cruelly snatched from my hands the moment I hit Disconnect. But until that moment arrives, full speed ahead! Ooh pun not intended.
P.S. (Click to enlarge and witness my minor miracle)
P.S. Part Two: 400 kbps baby!
Why, you ask? Well here's the thing. My internet speed sucks. On an average, I get 7 kbps. That's right. Seven. On a good day it might go up to 9. That's pretty much it. I've grown used to it after 3 years. I've even grown to love it. Imagine my surprise then when I saw the speed go up to 30 kbps today. I was literally left round eyed when it went up to 60. Naturally I was spellbound as it climbed up to 100. And completely flabbergasted at 200. What should I have done then when at one point it reached 500, you read it right five hundred, kbps? Jump with joy? Yell and scream in incredulous delight? Completely lose my head? Been there, done that. So what do I do now? I've already downloaded a few songs and three movies. Three. All in a few hours. I plan to download three more. The speed is now averaging about 180 kbps. Which, for a girl like me who gets excited when her internet speed enters double digits, is ecstatically thrilling.
Right about now, I'm kinda freaking out (in a good way) plus I'm terrified at the prospect of having to shut down my computer at some point. I'm so sure this is just a temporary gift which will be cruelly snatched from my hands the moment I hit Disconnect. But until that moment arrives, full speed ahead! Ooh pun not intended.
P.S. (Click to enlarge and witness my minor miracle)
P.S. Part Two: 400 kbps baby!
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Certifiable Mothers
My mom is slightly insane. Well not insane. But really really bizarre.
Watching T.V. at my house, particularly at night, is never easy. I have my Star World and Zee Cafe while mom has her Star Plus. And because I never relinquish my hold on the remote before 10, she has to resort to pestering me to switch to Star Plus whenever the commercials are on. Fair enough, yes. The other night, however, she demanded that I switch channels right in the middle of a very crucial scene in Bones. "Switch to *whatever show that was on Star Plus at the moment*," she said. "No" I replied. "What? They're just talking na?" she reasoned referring to the actors on Bones. As opposed to all the characters in her serial silently choking to death apparently. I looked at her incredulously and proceeded to explain the whole concept of T.V. shows, all the while insisting that talking plays a very essential role in all of them. I suspect she's so used to the characters bursting into tears for random reasons in her shows that the very idea of dialogue is alien to her.
On another night she proved to me that my laziness is hereditary. She was turning in for the night and I went to the other room to sit online for a bit. As I was switching on the computer, I could dimly hear her calling my name. I went back to the bedroom where she told me that I had accidentally switched off the fan too when I switched off the lights. The fact that she yelled for me for so many minutes instead of just getting up and turning the fan on herself didn't bother me. The fact that she had just been about to dial my cellphone with her cellphone to call me back to the bedroom to turn the fan back on was what I found disturbing.
There are some mothers who think their children spend way too much time on the phone and keep yelling at them to get off it once in a while. Then there are some mothers who barge into the bathroom while their child is trying to shower before college, thrust their child's ringing phone into the child's face screaming at the startled child to pick up the phone and refuse to leave even when the child screams back and swats their hand away and tries to close the door on them. Guess which kind of mother I got?
Aw mom but I love you. And not just because your kookiness is highly amusing and provides me with things to blog about.
Watching T.V. at my house, particularly at night, is never easy. I have my Star World and Zee Cafe while mom has her Star Plus. And because I never relinquish my hold on the remote before 10, she has to resort to pestering me to switch to Star Plus whenever the commercials are on. Fair enough, yes. The other night, however, she demanded that I switch channels right in the middle of a very crucial scene in Bones. "Switch to *whatever show that was on Star Plus at the moment*," she said. "No" I replied. "What? They're just talking na?" she reasoned referring to the actors on Bones. As opposed to all the characters in her serial silently choking to death apparently. I looked at her incredulously and proceeded to explain the whole concept of T.V. shows, all the while insisting that talking plays a very essential role in all of them. I suspect she's so used to the characters bursting into tears for random reasons in her shows that the very idea of dialogue is alien to her.
On another night she proved to me that my laziness is hereditary. She was turning in for the night and I went to the other room to sit online for a bit. As I was switching on the computer, I could dimly hear her calling my name. I went back to the bedroom where she told me that I had accidentally switched off the fan too when I switched off the lights. The fact that she yelled for me for so many minutes instead of just getting up and turning the fan on herself didn't bother me. The fact that she had just been about to dial my cellphone with her cellphone to call me back to the bedroom to turn the fan back on was what I found disturbing.
There are some mothers who think their children spend way too much time on the phone and keep yelling at them to get off it once in a while. Then there are some mothers who barge into the bathroom while their child is trying to shower before college, thrust their child's ringing phone into the child's face screaming at the startled child to pick up the phone and refuse to leave even when the child screams back and swats their hand away and tries to close the door on them. Guess which kind of mother I got?
Aw mom but I love you. And not just because your kookiness is highly amusing and provides me with things to blog about.
Monday, 6 July 2009
Boo
I think my house is haunted.
No seriously; I really do. I didn't just write that 'cause it seemed like a cool way to start a post. Well maybe I did. But there's definitely something spooky going on here. I lost my glasses and a pair of jeans and after minutes of frantic searching, they turned up in the most random places. No, I didn't forget where I kept them. My memory, as bad as it is, didn't fail me then. And no, mom didn't move them either. She helped me look.
My first thought was a thief who thought it'd be funny to move my stuff around. I dismissed that notion because it's physically impossible to get into my house after the door is locked. I'd like to see any burglar try. Not that this is an open challenge for all the crooks out there; it's just an expression.
Maybe I walk in my sleep and for some strange reason move my things around. Possible, yeah.
But doesn't "I live in a haunted house" sound so terrifyingly better than "I walk in my sleep"?
No seriously; I really do. I didn't just write that 'cause it seemed like a cool way to start a post. Well maybe I did. But there's definitely something spooky going on here. I lost my glasses and a pair of jeans and after minutes of frantic searching, they turned up in the most random places. No, I didn't forget where I kept them. My memory, as bad as it is, didn't fail me then. And no, mom didn't move them either. She helped me look.
My first thought was a thief who thought it'd be funny to move my stuff around. I dismissed that notion because it's physically impossible to get into my house after the door is locked. I'd like to see any burglar try. Not that this is an open challenge for all the crooks out there; it's just an expression.
Maybe I walk in my sleep and for some strange reason move my things around. Possible, yeah.
But doesn't "I live in a haunted house" sound so terrifyingly better than "I walk in my sleep"?
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