*Long post alert*
Ok so it's not customary for me since I've never done this before; but this year I really wanted to write a post reminiscing over the last 12 months. Yes it's the epitome of a cliché and no that's not going to stop me from doing it anyway. So if this isn't your thing, I have loads of other fabulous posts on my very irregularly updated blog.
To start off with, all the negatives this year has thrown at me:
*I broke up with my boyfriend of two and a half years and in the process probably lost one of my best friends.
*For the first time in my entire life, I was failed (yes, on purpose) in something. I never fail. I'm not the KT kind of girl. In school, we had this atrocious subject called Needlework where we were required to knit booties which I never got around to doing 'cause I'm not the knitting kind of girl either and I still wasn't failed in that. And I failed Culture Studies. Just because that idiotic vindictive little woman took a Harry Potter quote personally and thought I was out to insult her. Never have I been treated so unfairly and never have I hated anyone with a passion like this. But hopefully *fingers crossed* it's all going to get sorted out.
*I realized that I care too much about what people think of me. And not just people I care about but anyone. Everyone. Random people, friends, family. Everyone. I guess I always knew that but the full realization came recently and it's not a good trait to have. I tried not to care so much and failed miserably. I just can't stop taking things personally and I destest being disliked. I wish I had the I-don't-care-what-anyone-thinks attitude, I really do but *shrugs* maybe next year?
*Some more realizations? I'm too picky when it comes to making friends. Real friends. Very few people manage to pass the muster with me. My expectations are much too high. Must work on that.
*I make a terrible leader.
*I'm too nice. Hence, very easily taken advantage of. I also feel guilty when I shouldn't. I think both these are linked to the must-be-liked syndrome.
*I've read and written a lot less than I would have liked to, especially recently. Adding to the Things To Do Next Year list. Check.
And now moving on to the positives:
*I like going to college. Yes. Gasp. After a year and a half of hating the very thought of going to that god awful place every single day, I have actually started to enjoy college.
*I talk to a lot more people in my class now than I ever did before. And I've realized that most of them are pretty cool. Thank you Blitzkrieg.
*Blitzkrieg. I can't wait. It's so much better this year. Last year it didn't feel like our festival, it felt like their festival. But this year it is definitely ours. I feel so much more involved. It feels great :)
*I've become much more social this semester. Gone are my anti-social fits and refusal of company any more than was needed. Well almost anyway.
*So many new experiences. I traveled. To Rajasthan. One of my dream destinations. And even though it wasn't the backpacking trip I've always wanted, it was great.
*I can officially say I've lived in a haunted hotel and it won't just be wishful thinking. I might have had a supernatural experience myself, but that I'm blaming on faulty plumbing thankyouverymuch.
*I sat on a camel. His name was Michael Jackson and he was awesome. The camel behind me however was not. His name was Hritik Roshan and he had major homosexual tendencies. He kept trying to get close to Michael. I would have loved the gay camel had he not scared me every few minutes by coming up so close behind me that I screamed like a mad woman at random intervals. Camels are not pretty creatures. Believe me.
*I met new people. I made new friends.
*I had crushes! After such a long time. I missed that feeling. One was silly, one was intense but short-lived; both were fun while they lasted.
*I feel closer to my mom :)
*I'm just generally more cheerful now than I was in the past. Even when I should be all PMSy.
The good things outweigh the bad so I think it's been a successful year overall. Of course all this positivity might have to do with the fact that I'm in an extremely good mood thanks to plans finally materializing for tomorrow but that doesn't matter. It was a good year. But I'm not sad to see it go. 2010 will be better. Happy New Year!
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
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.
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