Friday, September 16, 2011
Most of my best friends complained that they missed college :D Even i miss college , I miss AU, the fountains , the canteening ,amazing seniors like shriya and HP .But seriously intern sem has its own benefits.So here is my latest contribution the the literary world(soon to be made into a feature film):
Another ten reasons blog:
10.Free facebook all day ;)
After crappy filters at AU and 10,000 FB proxy site ,At inter sem. you jus dont have to worry abt anything or anyone !!Sp pliss enjoy free FB and free Gtalk all day
so yeah!! status msgs like :
Boringggg( wit like 20000 gggggg's )
yay!! im in office :)
etc etc is only possible during intern sem.
We dont have to fight with the last bench guys for a seat under the fan!
we dont have to pich vagee, pull or slap drum (esp. when shamily slaps him , it like watching rise of the planet of the apes all over AGAIN) :)
you wanna knw y ?? y?? y ? because
Its full day AC appice
Oru oorule our pantry irundhu!! ange oru naal hot chocolate kuduthanga !!
appo korangu fasta vandhu pantrya odaichutu andha hot chocolatea veerma pudugitu poiduchu !!that pudungi korangu escaped into the forest to drink all the chocolate up !! indha spot le oru yetcha girapppeee(aka kalpuuu) vandhu andha pudungi oda chocloate pudungi thinuduchu!!
thaniya thina girappe ellarum kannu vechadu naale fever and vaandi diarrhoea vandhu sethuduchu
Moral of the story:
piccha eduthud perumalu adha pudungi thinnu cha hanumaaru !!
BTW free tea coffe and snacks :)
After school days we get to see guys in formals :P mostly .
After CP's wanna be suriya clothes and Parthi who is from an entirely different planet !!We are pleased to see guysdressed in fromals, who speak englipissss
6.No Cell phone rules !!
You can yap! yap! yap! all you want .noone's gonna fine your parents 10k or confiscate your precious phone or debaar you !!
No tests , which means not biting, which means no quarrelling for marks which means less TENSION!!last but not the least no need to waste money on xerox !!
4.pay pay pay :D yay yay yay
Its true !!! some of us get paid :) for staying online mostly and making elobrate week end trip plans ;)
3. Enter the corporation !!
I knw !! bloody fools dnt knw the engliss ya !! we are all t corporates :D
Every day at DMS we battle boredom through various innovative ways!!
some of them, play cards, others gossip, some of them study, some of them wrk on maya , some of them make notes and most others spend the rest of their lives photocopying these notes :)
not to mention the one who organize campaigns and the ones who organize gate way !!
but apart frm this watever happens at DMS can be classified under the "extremely borin , so boring that even blogging abt it can kill you " category.
I was talking abt hours of sheer torture and pain called "lectures"
so yeah!! we dont have to endure painfully boring lectures anymore
1.More sleep better food
AC office, time time ku food !!
Oru manushanuku vera enna venum ??
vaanga paa nimadiya thoongalam ;)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
It’s my father’s birthday. He did not invent a new element, win the Booker prize, save people from a burning train or go to jail for a cause. My dad is just like me — casual, funny and normal, like most of us. When I was in the first or second standard, I used to think my father had given birth to me, till other enlightened minds at school helped me understand that fathers don’t give birth to babies and that “babies come from a mother’s stomach”. Dad got married when he was only 24. My mom is a Hindu and he belonged to an orthodox Christian family, but he never imposed his religion or beliefs on my mother or me. I got my first cycle when I was in the first standard. It was Dad’s gift when I stood first in my class. I learnt to follow my dreams from his example. He never tells anyone to do anything, he just sets an example for others to follow. When I was a kid, Dad used to go on official trips frequently. I always used to wait for him to come home and show him some stupid picture I drew or tell him how I fought with my friends. I always had a lot to tell. My dad never told me to work hard, he never told me to set any kind of future goal and work towards it or something similar straight out of a self-help book. He is a simple man who started his life with an old scooter, a degree in sociology, a young wife and big dreams. Dad taught me that the only person I can depend on in this whole wide world is ‘me’. This year, on his birthday, I haven’t got him any gift. but I sat and wondered about the gifts he’s given me all through my life. This birthday was not about cakes and greeting cards. For the first time I understood that Dad was growing old. But strangely, I’m not sad, instead I’m happy because I’m growing up. I’m happy because slowly I will have to take his place in the family and one fine day I’ll grow up to earn enough money to get my father a nice gift and pay bills. I’m also happy because I have dreams that are going to come true. And because I can share his responsibilities. I’m also happy because I know my dad has raised me to be strong .And because I can share his responsibilities. I’m also happy because I know my dad has raised me to be strong and independent. Dad, I love you. You are the strongest person I’ve ever seen. You are the best Dad in the entire world — this is what most kids say and most of them mean it. Thanks, Dad, for all the valuable lessons you have taught me.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, hes was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him.
She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.And she felt alone.And she thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."The bird who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds. If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Detah. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied. "If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.
Friday, May 29, 2009
#10"I've never seen you wit a book.when do you study?how did you pass your boards???you never used a note book this sem. why are your parents wasting money sendind you to college???????"
Susan had to remind me about my acedemic excellence on D70 the other day
"Po di chips,peter gal,You think you invented uranium or topped the state in+2???????You try talking like that about my super-duper detective brain again nd im throwing you out of the bus.btw i run faster than you and i dont have pimples.Plz stop noticing me and wat i do.try listening to the lectures for a change"
#9"Did you close your eyes and pick that dress out of your cupboard?you have mixed two things which dont match.Plz dont wear such clothes and come out in public"
My college senior had make this comment ,one morning . plz note that both of us were late that day ,but still she had so say something like that..
@all the ppl who comment about my dressing
"i dont care and i dont intend to change"
#8"you got 89%in +2 ,thats like 60%in CBSE,that too from D.A.V"
Sid is arrogant and obnoxious.Anyone needs more proof????????????
"ppl plz dont forget that teary speech which sid made during farewell nd sid also told me he tried to potty train his birds since he was unable to find a cage wit an attached toilet .sid loves birds cos he is bird brained.sorry sid had to go public on the entire potty training thing;)"
#7"i was suffering from food poisoining for two days after i ate your cake"
muthu's feedback on my mothers day cake.
"im your best firend re.i know how much you secretly admire me nd all.but plz plz plz msg me your feed back next time instead of announcing it in front of our gang.you know how sagar hates it when ppl talk like that to his sisiter ella.so plz dont hurt sagar's feeling re"
#6"i want you to write two pages of ahnd writing every day"
Im the first student in the history of D.A.V to have practicsed handwriting six months b4 my boards.so i made my cousin who is weak in hindi write two pages each day and showed it to ma'am and got appreciated.btw 95% in hindi paper two.
#5"swathi you are an exception so plz shut up"
english/journo class amithash or adithya mention this atleast once on the days they are present.
@amitash and adithya
"NO i cant .i have all the right to say watever i want ."
sindhuja is a fifth std kid and this is how she address me.thats why on parents teachers meeting i told her granny about her and made her apologise to me in front of the entire school.
"chinna ponnu ,po po polaichu po"
#3"nee yen ponna nu sandhegama irruku"
my mom says this atleast twice each day
"yennakum adhe sandhegam than.ma plz dont tell me im adopted.plz plz plz 'cos thats wat susan and adhi say"
#2"you bull shit,i bull shit come lets bull shit together"
i told this to the sangam on the first day of college
"edhuku peru than sonda selavale suniyam vaikarathu,saniyana thooki baniyan le podarathu ect ect.'
this place is specially reserverd to all my readers.i know wat is going to happen in the comments page
Friday, May 1, 2009
i were married to super man
i enjoyed stories about"who slept wit whom "and "who eloped with whom"
I'm not smarter than a fifth grader
i were the kind of person who wrote letters to a magazine stating"
I'm a 26-year old married woman from pune.My husband is a kind and affectionate man .But yesterday i came to know from my maid servant that he slept wit my sister who is a drug-addict.I also found out that my brother in law is gay . My mother in law tortures me and wants more dowry.My dad just lost his job and my only son is dyslexic.Wat should i do?plz help me??????should i divorce my husband and burn my mom-in- law alive or should i put up wit her?i think my sister steals money from my purse and my brother in law is planning to elope wit the driver..
i use the glossy sheets to make paper boats
try out new recipes which are used as pesticides in Congo
i were my neighbour ,who cant read English
i was looking out for hospitals which specialise cosmetic surgery
some one promised me that they would give me 100% attendance in all my classes for the next four years
Woman's Era proudly announces that it is the largest selling women's fortnightly magazine in ENGLISH in India.I love India Today woman.Most of these magazines like "women's era" don't empower women it thrives on male chauvinism.Like bra-burning (second wave feminism) Indian women should burn women's era .Women's era can be called "the toilet paper of women's magazines".it is nauseating..
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Most parts of the world
the desperate loser,
Sub: even an mentally retarded orangutan will not be interested in dating you.
"I'm single "definitely doesn't mean I'm ready to mingle.i know you find me cute just the way you found my best friend/my maid servant / female chimp in the zoo cute,actually i don't care.mushy SM S's don't make me think you are understanding.it makes me feel you are jobless nd stupid.please don't call up at ten in the night nd tell me you were thinking about me,b'cos at this rate if there is one person in this whole wide you need to think of that should be yourself.
What makes you think i care about your how your ex girl friend dumped you? I'm really happy for her that she did.Attending your call or replying to your MSG doesn't really mean ,you are the only thing i keep thinking of.I'm being polite.I hate it when you give me gifts or pay for me.Its just not comfortable .If you cant be my friend at least stop being a pain in the wrong place.
I know it living life alone is horrible,but b4 you try to impress a girl nd bring her into your life please start feeling comfortable about who you are.I cant love anyone who thinks he loves me more than I do.i need someone real who is sensible nd understands.some one who is warm not not some wannabe who tries to be hot when he is not.
Some one independent ,who is free from scars of the past nd insecurities of the future.i don't need a problem solving/comfort providing machine .i can handle my life better than any other person can,if i need advice ill ask.
So please stop hitting on me .It good for both of us.
P.S:all the best