New Year and all the Hulla!

Today is 30.12.05, one more day to go and *boom*… it’s 2006 people!
Like every other year I promise myself…this year I would do this…do that and blah blah. And like every other year it all goes kaput! This year I aim to stick to my resolutions like glue and carry them out. That’s my resolution “stick to your resolutions”.

Every year it’s the same old thing…its New Year’s Eve “yippee yahoo” by the time you reach the middle of the month “oh god when is this year gonna end”. Then comes the end of the year and so the cycle continues.

It’s like “yay (new years eve)…hmmm(where am I going with this?)…ohhhh(work)…yay(birthday)…sigh….oh!(Surprises)…Yay(partytime)…growl(rubbed the wrong way)…” and so on!

That what the whole year sounds like. Go to work get back, go to work get back. Arhgggg I am going mad! I am going to revamp the whole of next year, like I am going to revamp my room and my wardrobe! From now its going to be ‘me first’, the others will fit in somewhere. Who am I kidding?

The warden is going home so we are warden-less (goodie), she is a nice lady but it feels good when you have the whole hostel to yourself. Funny part is I am responsible for the rest of the hooligans in the hostel.

Warden: I am leaving today, you will take care of them wont you?

Me: (ha ha ha…say what?) of course ma’am no problem at all.
Warden: well the captain and I felt since you are the oldest among the girls and really responsible…

Me: hmmm ok * smile* (the bakhra label is flashing on my forehead; and woah! old? I am just 23 for god’s sake! Besides there are two other monkeys in the hostel the same age as moi)

The other inmates of the hostel were all agog at the word responsible uttered in the same sentence with my name…that was before they burst out laughing. Considering the fact that these girls bully me day in and day out it did not surprise me a bit. I have names that range from “fragile frame, chipmunk, mommy, kitten-girl…”.
But I love these guys; they are like family and spending the New Year’s Eve with them will be absolute fun!

Have a nice time all you people and have a fabulous New Year!

Liquer Chocolates and Sow Sow

Dear darling Sow Sow is not in today. Kindhearted soul that I am, got her and Moush some Christmas goodies. *Wicked grin*

Since I got a box of liquer chocolates from my sis (my favourite) I thought I would get them for those two. A dentist somewhere is probably torturing Sow Sow; the reason she is not in. She will be here around noon, now should she be eating chocolates right after being at the dentists’? Hmm nahh she probably wouldn’t be able to taste anything anyway. Besides she was being her usual goofy self yesterday but blamed it on the cake (coz the dry fruits are soaked in rum). Kept saying it was the rum.

So I have decided to give her share to Moush, after all we don’t want Sow Sow under the influence of spirits now do we? Full of concern that’s me. :D

Identity

What’s in a name right? Its like an I.D. card. Havent you heard " Hey that is Mikes sister", "isnt that Sowmyas mommy?". You are recongnised, hated, loved, ignored...by your name. Its like a symbol or something. A name brings back memories, faces, places, loved ones, happy times, sad times...anything and everything.

Well here I was sitting and doing nothing when all of a sudden I wanted to know what my name meant. I did have a vague idea about it, but wanted to get it right. So went to google and searched and searched and found out that my name has a Greek origin to it. How cool is that? It also has an Italian and English mix.

I wonder what mom was thinking when she named me. Well actually my mom gave me one and my grandpa gave me one; names I mean. You have names like “ Sarah Anna Jacob” here you have two names Sarah and Anna. The same way I have two names. Mom actually gave me one name but oh no my grandpa just had to add on one more to the list. But it feels nice when your name sounds unique and glamorous.

But its not that nice when your name gets you into all kinds of trouble with your seniors. It’s not nice when you end up somewhere down in the roll call. Well I used to hate my name in school and teachers never ever got my name right and some people still don’t.

I just hate it when people pronounce my name all wrong. Then you have to correct them. Then they will get into this conversation about the history behind my name.*Yeah like I had a choice here buddy*.

All in all I like the way my name sounds. (Big grin) *I know I have lost it. *

Hogwarts House Sorting Quiz

I took the test and I turned out to be a Gryffindor.

My in-depth results are:
Gryffindor - 13
Ravenclaw - 12
Hufflepuff - 9
Slytherin - 9

To all those interested in the quiz, go here.

I am Going Home Tomorrow!

Finally! The last time I went home was…oh yes in October. And I miss home; the food, my comp, my swing, my dog and of course my parents. I just love driving mom mad when she is cooking. Right when she is busy I will go through the cupboards, involve her in some stupid conversation, keep “tasting” what she is cooking and of course offer to help. You should see her face by then. Lol! She knows I enjoy doing all this, so she tends to act as if I am not bothering her but ultimately I am shooed out. This is when I remind her –“if I don’t learn how to cook how will you get me married?” (Cheeky grin)

Poor mom! Then of course after that I will keep calling up dad in his office to find out what he is doing and when he is coming back; probably three to four times. He does not loose his cool though, he rarely does.

Then there is snowy of course my all time favourite companion, best buddy etc. Time flies when you have snowy around. The best times are when he goes for his bath; it’s a tug of war then. Then of course I have my evening walks and my books. Then when dad gets back home, we all have a nice long chat.

Since it is Christmas I am going to get goodies, and I am sure to get mullah. Hmmm. Then of course I will get goodies from big sis too. Oh I just love this season. Mom has not put up the Christmas tree yet; she is waiting till I get there. Its gonna be absolute fun. And of course I am going to see the snap of the guy that mom has got. Hmmm. I wonder what excuses I am going to come up with. Anyways all you people out there, Merry Christmas!

Back to the Book Shop

Went to the book shop yet again. I got two books (yay!).One was a gift from ms. nothings aplenty and the other was a gift to myself from moi. :D The one ms. nothings aplenty gifted me was ' The Good House' by Tananarive Due and I got this book called 'The Last Vampire' by Whitley Strieber. Since I am going home for Christmas I will have loads and loads of books to read. Absolute bliss.

ABOUT THE BOOKS-

The Last Vampire

She lives. Miriam Blaylock's insatiable hunger has never ceased. Her incomparable beauty has made her a legend among the Keepers. Her many lovers have come and gone, crumbling into ash and nothingness. She knows the secrets of civilization, and the mysteries of life. In the hollow soul of her mother she has witnessed the agony of undeath.

For centuries she has gained the wisdom of God and the wit of the Devil. For centuries she has traveled the world undetected. For centuries she has felt safe.Until now.

For Miriam Blaylock, immortality is a thing of the past.

He watches.

Vampires. Interpol agent Paul Ward knows of them: he has battled and cleansed continents of their exquisite poison. He orchestrated the extermination of an ancient lair in Bangkok, obtained their sacred Book of Names, and knows where they hide and when they feast. He knows their weaknesses. And what's more, he knows his own...it's Miriam Blaylock. Elusive and toxic, she has escaped his complex network of hunters for years. Seductive and cunning, she has become his obsession.

And now each has set a trap for the other. Now, predator is about to become prey. Killer to become lover. Good and evil will become inexorably entwined. The endgame begins for the last vampire.

The Good House

A chilling story set in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. The house Angela Toussaint's late grandmother owned is so beloved that townspeople in Sacajawea, Washington, call it the Good House. But is it?
Angela hoped her grandmother's famous "healing magic" could save her failing marriage while she and her family lived in the old house the summer of 2001. Instead, an unexpected tragedy ripped Angela's family apart.
Now, two years later, Angela is moving past her grief and taking control of her life as a talent agent in Los Angeles, and she is finally ready to revisit the rural house she loved so much as a child. Back in Sacajawea, Angela realizes she hasn't been the only one to suffer a shocking loss. Since she left, there have been more senseless tragedies, and Angela wonders if they are related somehow. Could the events be linked to a terrifying entity Angela's grandmother battled in 1929? Did her teenage son, Corey, reawaken something that should have been left sleeping?
With the help of Myles Fisher, her high school boyfriend, and clues from beyond the grave, Angela races to solve a deadly puzzle that has followed her family for generations. She must summon her own hidden gifts to face the timeless adversary stalking her in her grandmother's house — and in the Washington woods.

Docs and Me

Show me an injection and I feel all boneless inside. Hospitals scare the hell outta me. I was born premature and my family is quite amazed about how that lil thing has grown up so much. When I was little I used to end up in the hospital almost every week. I used to hate those trips to the hospitals because then I would be stuffed with medicines. Yuckie!

Mom used to fool me into getting injections; otherwise I would have gone kicking and screaming. In fact once I ran out of the doctors room. A nurse would always be ready to grab hold me. I have never liked hospitals, I am all for taking others there. But when it comes to going to the doc because I am not well or hurt good god no!

I can’t even see my dog getting an injection, as soon as he gets an injection I go hug him and give him a biscuit. Considering what I go through for an injection I can only imagine his plight. About two years back I had to get a shot and dad took me to the clinic. With dad you cannot make any excuses. So I sat, grabbed dads’ hand and hid my face in his arm and felt the needle in my arm. The nurse kept cooing “its almost done… don’t worry… that’s all…” Yeah rite she is not the one with the needle in her arm.

Ms. nothings aplenty took me to the doc to check if everything was okay, since I had hurt my hip. I gave her a tough time. Poor woman. But the best part was that I am fine and I really didn’t have to go through any torture in the hospital. And considering the proposals that are coming my way are mostly docs, I am still convincing mom that docs and me…it just wouldn’t work.

Slip and Eeeouchhh!

I had plans of going for Christmas shopping sometime around Sunday evening. It was still raining and putting off the shopping trip was of no use considering it has been raining since Saturday. I was in my room with two of my hostel mates; we were talking and making up a list of what to get and stuff- the usual. I went to the balcony to check on the rain and I dribbled some water on the floor that was in my hand.

I went back in and continued with the conversation. Since I wanted to get my towel from the balcony I went out again- only to slip, fall and land on my hip. Eeeooouccchhhh! My hostel mates heard my “owww” “eeeoooww” and came out. Thankfully they didn’t come running or they would have slipped too.

I got up to wash my hands and went to sit on the bed only to bang my knee first. (Yep! That’s me!)Finally got ready went out for shopping and came back. I couldn’t sleep on my side since it was hurting too much and now its swollen. I checked it; nothing seems to be broken though.

When I told my friends about this, the responses were-

"Considering its you I am not surprised…"

"Why am I not surprised…"

"How do you do all this?"

"You are such a little brittle thing…" (uhh...What?)

Haven’t told mom and dad yet, they are gonna freak out. Last week got into a small accident and I have a large green bruise on my foot. Someone up there is trying to tell me something and for the life of me I just can’t figure out what. *Sigh*

Under the Stars

Since it was Friday night most of the girls were awake. But alas, I would be getting ready for office while they would be in their dreamland. *Sigh*

While I was trying to sleep I got a message form one of the girls to come up and so I went up thinking someone must have fallen sick or something. I went upstairs and it was empty; I heard voices coming from the balcony. The balcony is huge, its above the portico and you can sit there and gaze at the stars all night. They had spread sheets on the balcony and were lying down with pillows and extra sheets. As soon as they saw me they were like “hey see what we did”. Well since I wasn’t getting any sleep I went and joined them. We just sat there talking about this and that; looking at the moon and the stars. Then my roomie came up and joined us.

We were all trying to decide who is the most arrogant in our gang, when it comes to meeting someone the first time (someone as in mostly a guy). I remember when ms. nothings aplenty met me for the first time; she thought I was big time snob. My good friend Mr. B thought I was quite arrogant when he met me. When I told this to my hostel mates they burst out laughing. They simply could not picture me like that since I do not act like a 23 year old at least around them. From there (I don’t know how) the conversation went on to marriage and babies.

My roomie had a big doubt about how kids are born, the whole biology thing. After trying to explain things to her for a long time we gave up; we gave her a book instead that explained the whole thing. Then she had this question about what if the kid is born before you plan to have one (Oh gawd and she isn’t even married yet). I told her 'you decide'.

You want the kid keep it or if you feel you and your spouse cannot handle the pressure of a kid both financially and otherwise then better not bring a kid into the world. Why bring a kid into the world and teach the kid to compromise on a lot of stuff from the word go. It’s just not fair. That’s besides the point I don’t like kids.

She wanted to know what if I get married and the guy wants to have a kid; since I am not in the mind frame of having a kid I told her the option of adopting one is always there. It depends; tomorrow I might change my mind and want to have a kid of my own. But right now I don’t think I would want a kid, I don’t even like them. I am like that I am afraid. I have never understood how people can go “awww” over baby snaps. Well I go “awww” over doggie snaps. I guess I am little weird like that.

Well we tried to fill my roomies head with as much info as possible but she still looked confused. After that we got too tired trying to explain things over and over between her “yuck” and “che che”. Then all of us just sat and looked at the full moon for a long while. Finally around twelve something we headed off to bed.

All that Effort for Nought!

Remember that post on “Will You Please Smile ”? Well, it turned out to be a flop show because all those snaps were out of focus. They look fine on the camera screen but when we saw them on the comp…I burst out laughing. Well my poor pal felt really bad about it but I guess it is written in the stars that I have to end up in the studio. I had a talk with mom about the dead line dad had set; she said it was okay if I sent the snaps later on.

Dad and mom were laughing when I told them how the pictures had turned out. So this Sunday is going to be studio day. I went to the studio, met with the photographer and told him I would need very normal snaps- no posing dreamy eyed stuff. He was quite surprised he said “but madam it is for alliance…” I said, “ yes I know, but this is different”. H gave me this weird expression and told me to come around on Sunday. He is the same tortured soul who had to take my passport snaps. Hee hee. Poor man, he had his work cut out for him to make me smile and not frown.Well today is Friday and Saturday is also a working day for us this month. *Sigh*

The Greek Goddess of All Things

I took the quiz 'Which Greek Goddess are You?’and this who I am. I ran a search about Athena in google and this what I found.

Name: Athena

Parents: Zeus, Metis

Goddess of: Wisdom, War, Weaving, Skill

Symbol: Owl

Roman Name: Minerva

Also Known As: Bright-eyed, Athene, Pallas Athena, Caesia, Hoplosima

Patroness of: Athens

Notes: Although wise, Athena was also fiercely jealous and could hold a grudge for as long as it took to repay those who had offended her. Athena was also a warlike goddess whose cunning allowed her to win any battle, even one against Ares.

Origin of Athena:When Zeus's first wife, Metis, became pregnant, an oracle prophesied that the son of Metis would overthrow Zeus just as Zeus had overthrown his father. In fear, Zeus challenged his wife to a contest of magic. Whoever could turn into a smaller animal won. Metis turned herself into a fly, and Zeus swallowed her. Soon after, he had a terrible headache. It felt like someone was in his head stabbing at all the soft spots in his brain. He called for Hephaestus to help him. The god of the forge lay Zeus's head down on his anvil and broke the skull with a hammer. Out of Zeus's head sprung Athena, dressed for battle and armed with a spear.

Cool huh?!
For more info you can go here.

Taken by Surprise

Wow! That was definitely a surprise and a wonderful one at that. AFJ and AquaM, went to Aries book store while ms. nothings aplenty and I went to grab some chocolate and get some photos scanned. Our paths met, we exchanged information, shared the chocolate and went on our seperate ways.

When I got back, I handed over the chocolate to Rita (had saved some for her), as she just loves chocolates. Now I was nice and settled and reading something, when- Surprise I see this hand and a book in my face. It was AquaM- "This is for you." I was zapped and then AFJ came over and handed me this book too.

You guys, thank you sooo much. That was a real treat. You are some of best, genuine people I have come across (all of you). Really shhwweeet. And this is not maska stuff!

Okay before I get into too much of sentimental ga ga go go I will stop. Thank you, you guys. And here I was thinking of surprising you with your Christmas gifts.

Will You Please Smile?

I am not the kind of person who will stand still or sit quietly for a long time. So, yesterday my hostel mate had her work cut out for her, as she had to take my snaps (yes, snaps). I have never liked this idea of going to the studio because when you smile it looks very, very plastic. Well at least mine does, more like "what the hell am I doing smiling like that? The photographer must think I am loony or something”. Secondly I realised I am not the easiest person to work with when it comes to taking photographs.

So here we were trying to take some decent photos, which somehow wasn’t happening since I was fidgeting, shifting, frowning and of course the plastic smile. It just doesn’t happen, she said, "smile", I smiled and she was like "will you please smile? You look as if it’s someone’s funeral". Okay so it wasn’t that original a smile but I couldn’t smile just like that. So I smiled and frowned and well we spent like an hour over the whole thing and we managed to take one decent snap. Much to the amusement of my other hostel mates; who were rolling with laughter throughout the whole process. Naturally there were tips given out 'stand like this'...'no don’t frown'...'maybe you should sit’...'you sure we have enough lighting'...'nahh its too bright, take it again'. And so it went on. Thankfully the camera gave away and the batteries had to be recharged. I finally got time to eat some food.

Well most of us heaved a sigh of relief when the batteries gave away and we had taken one good snap (yay!). As it was quite late, we decided enough was enough. (My face was hurting with all that smiling, anyway). But since I have hand over a couple more snaps to my parents; today is going to be a repeat performance. And dad wants me to mail them EOD, no excuses since I seem to have dragged the whole process long enough. *Sigh*

Cynicism?

Have you come across people who do not see anything nice in any situation? If you find something to be happy about they soon tell you that you are living in a bubble. You try to make the best out of a situation and they tell you it’s a lost cause. You try to help someone they tell you that you wont be helped in return.

It makes them happy to be in a frame of mind where everything is dark and pessimism rules. They live in a land of no hope and joy. If you see them smile it actually makes you wonder if its genuine happiness or because they have seen something to add on to their long list of “I told you so”.

You are genuinely nice to them they think its pretence. You get angry with them they are not surprised and they welcome the anger as their just reward. They blame the world for their misery and lack of hope. I wonder when they will realise that no one makes one miserable unless you let them. Under all that cynicism hides a troubled, broken and vulnerable spirit.

Fanoos Went Foos :(

Of all the stupid things this storm could do was - do nothing at all. I was very excited about the fact there was to be a heavy downpour. I was actually following the news like an earnest puppy. I was even looking at satellite images and was going ohh ahh over them. But did anything happen? Nope, It’s bright and sunny! (Groowwlll!)

Well I am not exactly having a very chirpy morning since; I went to sleep around 1:30 and woke up at five to tie a sari for a hostel mate (she was going to pick up some important delegates along with two others from the airport). Crawled into bed by six but when I desperately want to sleep, nothing happens. Oh yes, it rained in the night but the weather was not so magnanimous about raining in the morning.

Well, I should actually thank my lucky stars nothing really happened, just for my selfish reasons I cannot sacrifice the well being of others. (The hell I can't. Hmmphh)

Brighter Day

Not been feeling too well since Tuesday evening. A little bit of cold and bit of fever. And of course I was feeling very sorry for myself since my mommy was not talking to me since last Saturday. It was more like hello…two sentences and ...bang…that’s mom banging the phone down on me. No prizes for guessing why. So along with feeling sick, there was the self-pity and when you feel sorry for yourself your eyes turn into waterfalls. So then I became more sick, all dejected, depressed and morose till mom realized that I am not well. Oh the joy of listening all the love and affection in her voice (and the guilt). She loves me my mom and I love her too.

I realize she is only looking out for my good but then again it’s my life. So mom and I made a pact ‘no emotional blackmail and I get to decide ultimately’. It’s a relief to get it out of your system and now I am hardly bothered about what’s gonna happen next. The reason being- I have got the best set of parents in the whole wide world and they love me as much as I love them.

I am feeling much better, I guess when your heart is light even sickness cannot hold you down for long. :)

Sari and Riding Side Saddle

I completely forgot about this, well it kinda slipped my mind. On Monday we had gone to attend a wedding. And since it was a wedding I decided to go in a sari and since I don’t want to be the only one in a sari I asked ms. nothings aplenty wear a sari. AFJ was also wearing a sari and so I was quite happy for the company. Don’t ask me why, but I don’t like wearing sari if it has to be only me. So ms. nothings aplenty and I went to my hostel to change, now comes the funny part. How to get on a bike wearing a sari- side saddle? Well, I gave her a tough time and finally got on the bike issuing a promise that we don’t stop anywhere in between. Trying to manage your sari while riding …ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it’s a nightmare and also hold on to your balance.

We didn’t know we were in for a bumpy ride I mean really "bumpy". The ride was filled with sound effects from the both of us. Then of course when we were coming back from the marriage hall, we kinda got lost and we found our way out (talk about being lucky). We were of course coated with grime from all over Chennai. My skin felt light after a bath, as if a huge weight had been lifted off (seriously).

The marriage was okay; I wonder how people can take the smoke. I had started sneezing after a point. It was a relief to get out of the sari, finally. Wearing a sari and riding side saddle... its really scary!

Lunch at that Mexican Place

I was out for lunch with ms. nothings aplenty. We had gone to a Mexican place to eat. A favourite place, for the both of us. We are real poor eaters, but we love this place so we just had to go. I was thinking about this restaurant since morning, well I was basically drooling in my thoughts. I ran the idea by ms. nothings aplenty and she agreed. So I reached there and we ordered our favourite- Mexican chicken fry. Its amazing, you get taste of honey ,chilies and its crunchy. Yummmm!

She ordered a veg.priyazo for main course and I ordered for chicken tacos. Ohh, we had a wonderful time. I had a even better time controlling my food! Hee hee. But it was fun and we had a nice time. For dessert we ordered a chocolate rum mousse and split it. We kept trying to get the flavour of rum in every bite. It was yummy! And now both of us are totally full and feeling slightly sick. : )

But it was worth it. We usually try to make a once a month trip to this Mexican joint. Dont think I will be having dinner tonight.

Noises in the Night

Since it was pouring on Friday, most of us decided to turn in early. And so here I was sleeping peacefully when I heard this scream. I thought I was probably dreaming this at first, and then I turned to see if my roommate was awake. She was, and was clutching her sheet up to her mouth. She was staring at me and wasn’t even blinking, god that gave me the creeps. The scream came again louder this time, rite outside my balcony. My roommate jumped out of the bed and came on mine. I asked her ‘did you hear that? Should we go out and check?’ I was given this horrified look with a vehement No! It was a man who was screaming; don’t think both of us were too keen to find out.
The screams kept coming and they sounded horrible, filled with pain. Since we didn’t want to go out in the balcony, we decided to get out of the room and go to the others. We got out and saw that the lights were on in the drawing room and everyone was up.

Around midnight, while two of my hostel mates were sitting out in the balcony (upstairs); they saw a man jump the gate and he had a huge log of wood in his hand. He started running towards the hostel keeping near the bushes. That’s when the girls alerted the watchman, who went after him. The watchman caught the guy but was beating him right outside my balcony. That’s what I had woken to. The screams were still going on and well most of us had our ears covered. Suddenly it stopped, we went towards the main door and looked out, the watchman came up and said that the guy had slipped away and was hiding in the shed.

Since the sheds are more like abandoned buildings behind the hostel, it was not safe to venture out in them. We decided to call up the ncc mess that was right next to out hostel. Two bhaiyas came over. Ten minutes there was no sign of that man, so the watchman decided to go out of the gate and look. While these two bhaiyas were keeping watch. Suddenly this man emerged and the bhaiyas went after him. They caught him and started questioning him. He looked horrible and scary. He was acting as if he didn’t know where he was or who he was. The warden decided that he was probably pretending to be mad. Since it was raining and calling the MP in the middle of the night would take a long time; we decided to call the cops.

The cops came, they checked the grounds and then took the guy away. Phew! We then called up the OIC and informed him about the whole affair. It was over, finally.

It was still pouring and with the special effects of thunder and lightning. Nobody wanted to go to sleep after that so we all sat together in the drawing room. Finally around three we all went to bed. I was having a very restless sleep, since I could not get the horrible incident outta my head. Suddenly my roommate screamed. (We sleep with the lights on). She got up looked at the balcony and said "that man". Well since she sleeps near the balcony side I thought there was another man out there. Then she turns to me and said “you woke me up” and promptly went off to sleep. I was sitting with my mouth open. Yikes, she scared the hell out of me. The next morning, she did not have any recollection of the whole incident, except a sheepish grin. Needless to say I was awake throughout the night staring into the balcony.

Advice -from the Temporarily Insane

Hmmm.
Only a few days back I was laughing at my roomies plight, who had to take snaps in sari and salwar. She went grumbling and came back grumbling. Never thought my OWN parents would turn traitors.

I wonder what happened to that pact dad made with me? ”You wont marry some jerk and leave me will you? You can get married by 28.” I was quite happy to say yes. (I love my dad and my mom and would not leave them for the world. Oh yes I love my dog and my sister too. )

This was when my sister was getting married. My dad actually told her (my sis) that if she has changed her mind he would take her away from the church. No problem. This was at the entrance of the church; they were waiting for their cue to go in. Sweet dad na?

Then came the time when I asked dad if it was okay if I liked someone. Dad was like “of course, I will just break that guys knee caps, it’s not your fault.”
My dad is the best!

Now comes the time of showing snaps. You don’t like the guy, so you say you don’t like the guy. You do not under any circumstances point out his weird physical attributes or the lack of them. Maybe you don’t like the profession he is pursuing, or he is too old blah blah. Then of course you state that you are a little young and need to be more mature to handle marriage. You don’t want to rush into anything and make a mistake and make your parents cry. All this helps.

Always talk in a calm voice do not raise it. The next best thing is scaring the boy, if it extends to meeting the guy. It’s easy. Study him, analyze him, if he likes the bimbo type, dress up in drab clothes, be serious, and don’t laugh at any of his jokes. Be arrogant, ooze out attitude as ‘in your face’. Be very career minded and if you already are, good!

Do not make compromises from the beginning. It’s your life. You cannot start a new chapter with a compromise.
Well if you like the guy and don’t mind getting hitched, that’s a different issue.

Well the weekend is here and it’s back to raining cats and dogs! All you guys have a nice weekend!

A Conversation

What does it mean when your mom calls you up all sweet and nice and asks you-

“do you have a nice snap? Can you mail it to me?”(Exactly!!)

Well no mom I don’t. You have a box full of photos; use them.
Well I am talking about your most recent snap.
Well I do have those trip snaps…
No! I meant you alone as in the snap.
Mom what you playing at? (Like I don’t know.) *Eye roll*
Ummm well you see (all happy) your aunts and I met up with a friend of mine. We had a get together.
That’s nice. So how is everybody…?
Ya ya they are fine. The thing is there is this boy; well your aunts and I agreed he is really nice…
For who? Your friend? Lol
Stop being funny! You know what I am saying. You are talking like your sister.
Mom sisters are alike.
I know she has spoilt you and so have we...
Maa…
Fine fine… well I think you should take a look at him.
Ok will talk to dada about it first, did you tell dada about this? Hmmm?
Of course I did.
Lets see what dada has to say about this.
For everything it is dada for you.
Yep mommy. Well you are also equally precious ma.
(Disgruntled) Well your dad is telling you to keep your mind open and if you want to say no its ok no reasons asked. Happy?

Happy? No. Satisfied? Maybe.Will a passport snap do ma?
No! This is not an interview.
Well it kinda is mom.
This girl!Just send a nice snap? Sari?
No mom!
Ok ok. You will send the snap?
Hmmm
That’s not an answer.
Ya. Ok fine will send you something.
Not something, a snap!
MAAA!
Ok fine take care love you bye.
Bye mom, love you too. *sigh*

Sheeeesssshhhhhhhh!