Things you didn't know about my younger self

1. • Little Lulu was my sunshine. I cannot tell you how much I loved that show.
2. • I couldn’t get myself to watch crap like SwatKats. I guess I was always anti-violence.
3. • I had a Full House phase. Books, shows everything.
4. • I had a tazo phase. :P
5. • I had a videogame phase. Tetris! :P
6. • In kindergarten I was like THE most talkative person. Everytime my mother came for report day, she’d get to hear,” oh! You’re daughter is such a chatterbox!”
7. • In the fourth grade she had to hear,” she doesn’t talk at all. We’re so worried!”
8. • In kindergarten everytime my teacher would ask me to distribute crayon boxes, I ran around the glass screaming- Panch rupya! Panch rupya! (man I was a lame kid)
   
9. Having my drawing put up on the board was the biggest honour. :P
10. • Man, I loved art period so much!
11. • P.E was ‘let’s gossip time!’
12. • I used to have a boy cut when I was eight.
13. • I also once wore Harry Potter glasses. (now I should just kill myself)
14. • My favourite colour was sea blue with a tinge of green.
15. • I wasn’t allowed to wear heels till I was 12! I hated it!
16. • I was addicted to Princess Diaries(read: happy endings!)
17. • I used to have 16 imaginary friends.(don’t judge me!)
18. • When I was really bored I used to dress up my kiddo brother in dupattas and bindis. He still hasn’t forgiven me for the trauma.

Parinita's Dream -1

Aditya invites Parinita for his house party. Does he have an ulterior motive? Or was he just trying to be nice? Let's find out.

Parinita enters the house with five absolutely random people from class. She finds his dad(long beard, white cap, et all) doing namaz on the ground and he's not even a Muslim. In the meantime, Aditya just lies like a potato on his bed, far away in the land of dreams where girls actually find him hot.

So the five of them sit around the house trying to kill time playing games, talking and arguing, while out of nowhere the sleeping Aditya rises, stealthily walks into the room with a lit matchstick in his hand and sets Parinita's hair on fire.

(ok, it may not be funny to most of you, but Aditya described this dream to me 2mins before the Pol Sci. paper when thanks to Deepti I was getting unnecessarily paranoid about forgettting stuff, and throughout the paper I'd get the irrestible urge to burst out laughing everytime I thought about it. And you know what happens when you suppress your laughter, it multiplies in the tummy and wants to come out even louder)

Why you shouldn't swim in the Summers...

I finally got off my lazy ass and went for a swim. I was feeling pretty smug about until I reached there I saw the pool crowded with stoopid, annoying little brats who have nothing else to do this summer.

While the decent, well mannered kids lounge in their Donald Duck floats, the rowdy, ill-mannered ones find it impossible to stay passive. So they will splish and splash and make it a point to swim right in front of your face every time you make a beeline for the deep side.

And if you’re hoping to seek refuge in the deep side of the pool, statutory warning my friend, the kids have a new found fascination to jumping into the deep side. Just when I put your foot on the stairs, took a deep breath and thanked your lucky stars for the lack of annoying brats, one of them jumped right into the pool from behind me before I even get a chance to shield my eyes. And if you think that is bad enough, an army of brats followed the leader and I cursed myself for bothering to come.

Then I give up trying to swim and make my way to the ladies room. It’s been the same Ladies Room ever since I’ve been a member here, why does it feel different? Because I see male brats prancing around naked with their towels tied around their necks like capes, while they make all sorts of whooshing sounds. As for me, I’m quite traumatized at the display of flesh all around me.

To make up for the highly depressing events of the day I indulge in a big paneer roll and some fancy chocolate pie from the new Bakery.
So much for a swim. *sigh*

Journey to a new beginning

It seems like forever since I have blogged.
First it was study leave, then exams, then hols. The excuses are endless.
Reason number 2 - Spending free time writing for CJ *sigh*
Reason number 3 - Topic. I think I need to stop waiting for a topic. It's my blog! I can be as random as I want!
So from now on whether I'm suffering from writer's block or I'm pissed off with my maid for the lack of salt in my food or I'm just extra-happy about a new pair of earrings, I'm going to blog :D

So let's talk about how summer has been so far.
The thing with me is I hate having nothing to do. As funny as it sounds, it depresses me! My mind feels empty and useless. So if it's not projects or exams I feel like I need to find something else to keep my mind occupied.
I was so enthusiastic about starting out on my own. But the excitement has died down. Though I hold onto to my previous idea, I think I am going to delay it for the later part of these vacations.

Internship... Frankly I don't know and as of now I don't care.
Reason being that I'm too occupied with Belly Dance Institute right now. It's amazing how something that is so small suddenly starts playing such a major role in your life. I remember always being fascinated by Shakira's moves and trying to imitate them. The fact that they were no institutes teaching this art was quite disappointing. An article came in the papers once and I remember wondering, why they never put down the numbers of the teachers they have interviewed for the article, reading it over and over again to make sure I didn't miss it.

I remember the how they once held the course for 2-days at Befit Zone and I was absolutely disappointed because I couldn't make it. Then R(My Teacher) somehow came into the picture.I ended up joining the course after so much convincing that it almost didn't feel like it was worth it. Now when I look back, I can't believe I even had second thoughts about it. The dance was refuge into another world. The movements connected with my soul. And when I was there, everything felt perfect.

What added to the experience was the bond I shared with R(My teacher) and the others. After a point the student-teacher barrier had almost disappeared. I remember how R always talked about us being her favourite batch and how she has never been this close to any of her students. I guess that explains the little party she kept for all of us after the last class.

When I joined that class I never thought I'd have so much fun that I'd eagerly look forward to the next time we have a batch together and refuse to commence a class until all the old people were a part of it. Now that we're going to start level 4 soon, frankly speaking I can hardly wait :)

But what truly surprises me is the bond I have formed with R. When she asked me if I'd like to be a trainer with her this summer I was beyond happy. Since I had nothing to do anyway, I offered to help her with the phone calls and the other little work as well. Then she confessed to me how stressed she gets during this entire process and how she'd love to have a helping hand.And somehow I just got involved in so much more than I expected. Now I feel as much a part of the institute as she is, so I want to do my best to make it easier for her and help her reach her target.

AS for those of you reading this post, if Belly Dance fascinates you and you want the art to seduce you as well, let me know. We have batches starting this April and we'd love to have you with us.

An Army of Ideas

I’m not sure if was the creative energies floating around in the library, the very fattening but nonetheless delicious potato and cheese sandwich I had, the free red bull they gave me outside college or the fact that absolutely anything in this world is better than reading ‘Cry, my beloved country!’, but I went a little insane yesterday. Actually insane is quite an understatement. I was almost possessed. My brain was under attack. Under the attack of an army of the most unbelievable ideas. And the numbers…Good Lord! I’d faint if I’d even try to count them.

Usually when absurd ideas attack my mind, they make it a point to gain domain over the entire territory until they are sole rulers of my mind. Having enslaved me, they make sure that I can’t possibly focus on anything else in this world. And once they succeed in this mission of theirs, they make me so unbelievable jumpy and restless, that everything else is down the drain. So I bid farewell to ‘Cry my beloved country’ and made it my sole mission to disturb the other two who were sitting with me in that library on the pretext of ‘studying’, until they were so captivated by my thoughts that they abandoned their books as well.

Honestly speaking, I shouldn’t be given the sole responsibility of destroying the ‘studying’ atmosphere. It wasn’t I who started it. I think it was K’s very random comment. Or was it M? God knows. But as soon as it entered my mind its like my life has found a purpose! I know it’s kind of crazy to say it’s my purpose because life’s purpose goes much beyond that. But I’m only 18 and it’s the perfect thing for me to focus my creative energies on right now. As for ‘life’s purpose’ I have 50 odd years to figure that out. =P

I always use ‘it’s been my childhood dream’ in that sarcastic sense, when someone asks me to do something I would never want to. For the first time I’m actually going to use this term in a ‘non-sarcastic sense’. In a weird sort of way it actually is a silly childhood dream. After I took up BMM, I knew I had said goodbye to this little dream of mine forever. But now I think it’s going to find its way back into my life. And I’m extremely happy about it.

I love how I am extremely optimistic and believe that there is no light at the end of the tunnel because it is night and sun hasn’t risen yet. But when it comes to such things, being practical is far more sensible. I must prepare myself that something that has awoken such strong emotions in me today could prove to be possibly the stupidest and most unfeasible idea tomorrow. It could absolutely de-motivate me. If I take it too seriously, it could leave me broken.

So I’m just going to keep my fingers cross and hope that the unborn baby will soon turn into a full grown child. =D