Sunday, 2 December 2007

Kids - Love them or hate them, you certainly can't ignore them

"While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life was all about."

"A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm."
- Bill Vaughan

Is it just me or are kids these days abnormally short? Is each generation of kids getting shorter or am I just delusional? I don't know if it's because of my height or whatever but seriously, they give the term "tiny tots" a whole new meaning. That day I was walking home from the station, and I guess school just let out or something, 'cause before I knew it, I was surrounded by tiny yelling children. I felt like Dorothy in Munchkinland. And how they screeched! Ugh, felt like whacking the brats. Don't get me wrong, I love kids. But sometimes they can be... annoying. Like when they're all around you and you just want them to vanish. Or when you're trying to walk on the bloody footpath but keep having to stop 'cause some kid gets in the way who is so freakin tiny. Honestly! Three of them put together wouldn't match up to me. And when you're in a taxi in the midst of horrendously heavy headache inducing traffic, and you're just about to get past the signal and a kid decides to run across the street and the taxi has to brake to a sudden halt making you miss the green light, compelling you to wait for another 5 minutes and miss your bloody train; that's when I don't love children so much. Yeah, I'm done ranting. Anyway, that day, as I was trying not to trip over the crowd of munchkins, this girl kept running to keep up with me. She was a cute little thing, sucking a lollipop and dancing around everywhere. And there were another couple of tots racing to touch all the railings on the side of the footpath first. And as I looked at them feeling a mixture of annoyance and urge to laugh, I thought about how great it is to just be a kid. Seriously, think about it. The world is a happy place. Their biggest worry is whether they'll get that bicycle they wanted for their birthday or if they'll get to sit with their friend in the school bus or if they're gonna get an ice-cream after dinner. They don't have to worry about responsibilities and heartbreak and lack of self-confidence and all that crap. Responsibility for them is not breaking their brand new toy. Love is unconditional. Parents don't stop loving their child no matter what. Hurt can be dispelled with a hug and kiss from mommy. Fights with friends are forgotten the next day. An offended heart can be healed with a chocolate chip cookie. Do they have it good or what? Children are so fantastic and forgiving and loving and caring. And as they grow up, it all gets screwed up. Bang there's the selfish, narcissistic, indifferent adult. Wouldn't the world be such a better place if we just remembered what we were like as children? Unless you were really horrible kids and behaved like you were the spawn of Satan. Remembering that wouldn't improve matters. Like if two countries weren't happy with each other. If they were like kids, they would just throw a party, distribute sweets, balloons, cake, maybe a box of crayons and the powers-that-be (in the children's case - parents) would make them hug it out and all would be well again. Too bad countries are run by complicated, corrupt men and women instead of children. No wonder world peace is the need of the hour.

OK, I just downloaded the Second Life software so I'm gonna go try it out. Yeah, I should probably be studying seeing how my exams begin tomorrow and all. Eh well, where's the fun in doing the right thing? Right? Right. I read this acronym in the paper today. TGIF. It means Thank God It's Friday. Well, I'm gonna sign off with my very own made up acronym. HFIAM. Holy Flipshit It's Almost Monday!

Sunday, 30 September 2007

...not doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

My EVS project's due tomorrow. Yeah, we've known about it for ages but of course, me being Miss Last-Minute-Submitter, had to start working on it properly only today. I got up early enough (at 8.20 even though I slept at 3. Nope, not late night online sessions this time. I was actually studying. Yup, shocking!) and read the paper for a bit. Ok for a lot. Come on! We get, like, 2 newspapers on Sundays. It takes time even for speedy readers like me! Anyway, as I was saying, after the paper reading session, breakfast, bath and all that blah, I sat at my PC to continue making a rough draft of the project on my PC from where I'd left off. The net had expired. I nearly got a heart attack. I harassed my mom until she called the person who deals with all the net stuff and asked him to fix it. Then I kept whining and moaning about not having the internet at the very last moment, and generally making a pain outta myself. To shut me up, she told me to have lunch; which I did. After about an hour, I sat at my comp again. No net. Whining and moaning commenced till mom called him up again. Then I started cutting the pics I would need in my project. Soon got tired of that and cheered when the net person called to say it was fixed. There's nothing that works faster than being annoying to get what you want. I sat online, and Googled for more stuff that I needed. I opened the MSWord doc where I'd saved the previously collected info and right at that instant, the electricity went off. Shock. Panic. Chaos. Now the electricity hardly goes off in my parts. Even more rare was the timing. It was just one of those days, huh? I started hyperventilating. I rushed to wake mom up. Why I did that, I have no idea 'cause there was no way she could fix that particular problem; not unless she has unsuspected of electrician skills. She promptly went back to dreamland. By then, my panic levels had reached an all new high. What cosmic forces were against me completing my bloody project?! I went back to cutting pictures. Too soon, I was done with all the cutting. Then, I did what any person faced with my situation would do. I slept.

After a couple of hours I sat to work on my project again (yes electricity was back, thank goodness!). After gathering some of the stuff I needed, I realized I needed help. That's when I started harassing everyone who was online in my messengers to help me. Only one person did. I will be eternally grateful to him! Now, I'm done with the info collection. What I'm not done with, or even begun for that matter, is to actually start writing the stuff! Yup, 20 pages of things to write and not one word's been jotted down. And here I am, writing a blog and then planning to go watch Jhankaar Beats 'cause I'm tired of sitting in front of the comp. Yeah, I'm the most easily distracted person on the face of this planet and a staller of the highest degree.

Hey, it's just a part of my charm. *blink blink*

Monday, 24 September 2007

T-20 World Champions Baby!

India won!! OK, I realize I'm actually starting off my 1st post in Blogger with cricket related info and OK, I'm not really much of a cricket buff usually. But I don't really care so there (hey that rhymed!). Everyone is allowed a sports related rant once in a while; yes even people who don't have even a teensy bit of sports in their blood aka me. Anyway as I was so calmly saying, INDIA WON!!! *does happy dance* Now usually I don't really follow cricket and then scare people with my enthusiasm, but I happened to watch the Australia VS India match the other day (cute Aussie guys running about had absolutely nothing to do with my sudden urge to watch cricket, of course) and since India was in the finals against Pakistan, I decided that I just HAD to watch the match (ha! another rhyme!). And I'm glad I did 'cause it was so freakin amazing! It was such a close thing throughout that I got multiple heart attacks. And in the last few overs the other team kept hitting fours and sixes and I was yelling at the TV. I would have sworn out loud had my mom not been in the other room. And then when Pakistan needed 6 runs outta 4 balls and whoever that idiot was who hit the ball, I thought it was gonna be a 6 and yelled at the TV so loud, but then that other dude (yeah my knowledge about the game and its players just shines through, doesn't it?) caught the ball and the game was over and India had won. So very naturally I yelled, went to hug mom who looked at me like I was deranged and then had the biggest smile on my face as I heard people whistling below my building and crackers going off everywhere even though, you know, boo pollution and all that. Woo that was a long sentence. The match looked like it was right out of some movie script; so many nail biting moments! My nails were brutally murdered by yours truly out of the sheer nervousness of watching the game. Anyhoo, it was loadsa fun to yell myself hoarse throughout.

But now I'm kinda grumpy 'cause my tooth is aching. I went to the dentist today in a complete hurry 'cause my dentist called me up outta the blue and asked me to reach there by an hour. So me being the pushover I am, agreed immediately. And you know when I sat down and he started doing what he's paid to, he accidentally poked my cheek with one of his instruments. It didn't hurt much and he said "Sorry." Not the best feeling when the person you're trusting a pain free tooth job to is a clumsy bloke who says sorry. But he was fine really. Ugh tooth is bugging me so I'm grumpy. Yeah.

Now I'm off to whine and groan about my tooth some more. Until next time. Adios!

P.S. I'm singing "Om Jai Jagadish Hare" for some strange reason. I need sleep.