Hostel (part I): In the Life of a Dead Girl

Okay now forget the shoe you people =|

...She was in a folk-red long maternity shirt paired with black pants. In shiny black heels and a high-pony, she looked the boldest of all girls present in the Great Hall that day. She was smiled at and complimented, yet looked at with jealous, elevator-eyes by some.

She was running around frantically one moment, and the other she sat calm and at peace. She had no idea what awaited her in the deadly woods of time and tide.

It was a perfect day...perfect indeed, until she had to be on her own in a huge room with a dozen other girls...and the story started thus:

The day was hot. I changed into a pink cotton shirt and tried to sleep right-away, which wasn't possible as my mattress was way too hard for my back to rest upon. =/

I had already said "hi" (just said "hi") to a girl in a black dupatta with fat, black spectacles. She sat beside her mother with her back hunched like me. I didn't like her much.

She moved to the corner of the room far, far away from my mattress. I rolled my eyes.

Then arrived another one-of-a-kind wonder. Her face I didn't even bother to see. Then came more such articles, all mingling to know one another. All except me. =(  I felt I was an odd addition to an already retarded crowd.

In the matter of a few days I started to get along with them well enough. That was my first victory at dumb socializing business without my parents' help. =P

Now, I decided to take a round of this years-old hostel. It used to be a boys' hostel till a decade back.

The front is candied by two perfectly placed palm trees. (One of the two palm trees is headless...but that's another story... :D )

The white-wash is peeling off like a hag's cloak. The bathing cubicles are molded with fungi and algae (the college principal had promised greenery everywhere in the college prospectus).

There are cats EVERYWHERE. One even posed for the picture:

I looked around in the corridors. Girls had decorated their rooms, painted their doors and cupboards with matching wallpapers and carpets. I was impressed to know that girls had dug deep in the world of art to escape from several frustrating hours of studying medicine.

The hostel that had repelled me at the first sight now started to create that slightest tinge of affinity for its small gardens, the enormous palm leaves etched against the full-moon, and under its silver light, a host of flowers dancing in the cool good-night breeze.

P.S.: I know you know I took this one in daylight =| 

What is Done in Vain, Truth is Hard to Swallow... ;p

Who pissed you off this year?? Dedicate this song to them!! =D Have fun and Happy New Year!!! *CHEERS*

Cheers 2012 =)

*As the midnight calls for the new year, groove to the beat of this song...*

My Crooked Back...

Back home at last after a tight ride. =)
Life is busy, busy, Most of my time goes in recognizing anterior and posterior aspects of bones (like any of you understood that =/ )

...The rest, well, goes in making myself comfortable on the hard, stubborn matress =0

I tried all sorts of crazy ideas to make it flexible. I made my fat friend jump on it, piled up my thick books for a whole day on it, tossed around on it at night...nothing worked, the crazy springs still bounce back into their initial position every morning when I wake up with a painful back. =/ So guys, with a heading of "conclusion", I got for you this example of IDEAL CASE OF ELASTICITY. =@

So I took many pictures of my medical college. I'm proud to tell you that this college contains the maximum number of untrimmed gardens in all of Pakistan's medical institutions. =)  (Now isn't that hilarious?)

The grass is so well-kept that no one is allowed to step on it, lest the long over-grown tufts may flatten down, which would be against our college's pride. =|

So you can reflect from this the height of dicipline our college follows. =)

Next time, I'll add "INSPIRATIONAL PICTURES" of almost-acceptable quality (ehehe) that I took in college. I'm not a photographer, but I've tried to portray a crumb of Faisalabad in the photos.

So, until next time... =)


P.S.: Merry Christmas =))

SpongeBob Mixed with Music =p ...Dance to the Beat!

*Are you in a party mood? If you are, then this is THE song for you right now. Listen up and tap your feet to the rhythm* =)

Music Truly Made for Relaxation of the Soul...

It's an Orange Life...A Strange Dream

A Bend in the Road...

Although I knew it was coming, I hadn't really prepared for it.

The bend is "hostel life".

All my life, I've looked up to my parents for everything, any kind of help, decision, protection, suggestion, permission...be it at home or at the mall. from which-sheet-should-I-spread-today? to which-dress-should-I-buy?

And now even as I pack, I'm like "MOooomm!!Should I take this dress??"

I'm a disaster by myself: three packets of biscuits...finished if Mom's not home to stop me. Chocolate...gone too.

Sleeping hours, extended unlimited if Mom doesn't wake me up.
Washing my hair without oiling if Mom's not there to oil them.
Not being able to memorize a single word if my dad isn't there to help me.
Eating ALL the time.
Hating vegetables and mutton.
Eating chicken kebabs with rice mixed with loads of chaat-masalah...

Like everyone, I have my own weird habits...with only one difference: I can't overcome them.
Hell knows what I'm going to go through and how I am going to manage.

Most importantly, WHAT would have to go through ME to break me. =(

The Simple Omelette: Magic of the Egg!!

One day, I made an omelette. =D

I took an egg, beat it, added some milk, salt and LOTS of powdered red chili. I added some more milk until the batter was a little pink instead of the red it had become when I added LOTS of powdered red chili. =D

Then I finely chopped a cabbage leaf. I heated the frying pan that I had greased with olive oil (though you can also use butter), and let a drop of the batter fall in the pan to test if it simmered. When it did, I poured in the whole batter and seasoned it with the chopped cabbage.

I flipped it and cooked the other side. (actually I struggled with two spatulas to get the side turned =D )

I laid my omelette on my plate beside two toasted loafs of bread. I squeezed on one half of the round omelette some yummy mayonnaise in a zigzag.
On the same half, then I squeezed some mustard sauce (my favorite) in the same zigzag manner.

I covered this half with the other one, Now it looked like an Arabian-cuisine omelette. =P

I spilled some chili ketchup on the side of the plate. Then I cut a chunk of omelette with a fork and knife...mayonnaise and mustard oozed out the side; it certainly was an epic omelette.

The Yummiest Egg Sandwich!! =9

Once upon a time I was hungry. =(

I investigated the whole refrigerator for something edible....cabbage?tomatoes? Are you kidding me??Those aren't even edible. =D

Then the eggs, not any fun either. Where were all the chocolates and cookies?

Suddenly....my stomach growled. I looked at the eggs hopelessly and decided I must eat them today, with the yolk and everything.

So I boiled one for fifteen minutes.

As I stood in the kitchen doing nothing during that time, I got fidgety. Finally I decided that eggs and toast is a bit too colorless a combination.
I got the green cabbage, peeled out a beautiful leaf, and sliced it up.
Then the tomato, I sliced out three pretty red rounds to give another veggie-layer in my sandwich.

Then I realized my egg sandwich is colorful, but dorky. =/

To add something that would satisfy my taste buds, I cut up what was left of the last of cottage cheese in the fridge.

Yes! I scooped my hard boiled egg out of the steaming water and while I left it to stand in cold water for a few minutes, I toasted my bread.

Then I layered one loaf first with cabbage, then tomatoes, then cheese, and finally the sliced-up egg.
I was about to cover it with the other loaf of toasted bread, when I decided something was missing...

Oh, the mustard sauce!! I quickly squeezed some mustard sauce on my egg layer, and topped it off with a spoonful of olive oil.

FINALLY!! My egg sandwich was complete...I took a bite...and then I took another one...and another...the sandwich was truly delicious. =)

Faking Smiles

When you don't feel like, you're forced to.

Like for pictures. =| 

"Smile!!" "Say CHEEEZZ...!!"

And sometimes, when you feel like...

"Hey mom, my friends throwing a party tomorrow!! I'm so exited!!"

...Nobody's ready to let you celebrate a little happiness that would make memories. Why??'Cause you have loads of homework to do. =/

So when you really feel like giving shiny smiles, they're like this:    =*)

And when you're faking them, they mostly come out like this:     =B

(you know, with the teeth showing and all)

P.S.:  I hate putting up fake smiles 'cause my muscles just can't stay in that position for long, and my face starts twitching like this:   =S

I Believe in the Sun, Even Though It's Slow in Rising...

It's an Orange Life...A Comic

"I am a Pakistani"

How hard is it to say that when travelling?

It's very hard.

I asked an American friend whether she would like to visit South Asia, she said "yeah, but only as far as China =)".

I guess I didn't need to ask her why. =p

On a social networking site, a depressed user had asked public this question, "If you could take me somewhere, where would it be?"

A man answered their question thus: I would take you to my country (Pakistan) so you could die in peace-ES.

(I hope you get the irony =| )

It's shameful the way we portray ourselves to foreign natives. =( 

Second, There are "Bad Guys" everywhere. I mean, no nation is perfect.

One should try to picture the good side of people that come around. They have cared to visit your country, and how are you paying back?? Good hotels and years old red wine won't please tourists as much as warm gestures from their hosts would.

Whatever counts is that we are all children of Adam and Eve. We are equal. People, good and bad, should not mark the identity of a nation. Individual behavior is what counts. This is the only remedy against all prejudices.

The Thought of Living Away from Home

Not less than a nightmare.

It's like being a fish and living in a bowlful of water. =(

Hostel means:-

Creaky beds.
Six girls sharing one bathroom
Your stuff getting stolen
Finding it from another girl's bag, or never finding it again
*Home-sickness*
Substandard food. =((
Discipline...(=o)
Waking up early
Listening to the Aya's Punjabi swears
NO FREEDOM  :<
No air conditioner in the summers

In short...Heart wrenching tragedies. =( 

Imran Khan With a Chance...

Yes, like every other patriotic youth, I am with Imran Khan. =D

Sounds weird?? :s

How many times are we going to cast votes to worthless and patriotically dead people?
I think Imran Khan deserves a chance.

But I'm not quite sure whether he stands a chance. I mean, the "youth" like me and probably you (=D) aren't old  enough to vote. =((

That is SUPER SAD.

Moreover, unfair elections outdoes the former tragedy, lol. =|

Hmm...he sure looks disappointed in this picture. :/

Let's lift his spirits!! (like, HOW?)

Let's vote for him this time! He deserves to lead our nation 'cause we see transparency in his character, in his speech and in his idealism.

Let's vote for him this time.

The Halloween Nightmare... o.0

Imran Khan??No. I personally think he did a pretty good job today, well, except for the funny jingles that they were playing from time to time. =D

Criss Angel??Well, he wears the perfect disaster hair everyday of his life. =p

LADY GAGA?? Oh, now you're talking!! =P

Are you finding good Halloween make-up? Well Lady Gaga is your ideal. Use her approach towards make-up to scare the crap out of people and win the trick or treat contest.

Today evening I had a good time carving my sister's face in the pumpkin. :D (in my dreams though)

I'm even gonna dress up like her =p

What are you gonna dress up like?

                      OR

WHO are you gonna dress up like? (besides me =| ) =D

The Way I Feel...

*let's try to understand, not misunderstand, learn to forgive and forget, listen and carefully listen again*

I was Born From a Boom-Box =P

I have never tried to dance. Never ever ever.

However, I can sing. It's something I was born with and something I will die with. (obviously dum-dum) =|

I sing in the bathroom, in the lounge, in bed, in class, everywhere.

So actually, somehow, I'm in the boom-box's womb. =D That's where the sound comes from, right?

When I dance, people get embarrassed. I get embarrassed. I move like a banana trying to be funny....

....but failing  =P

*I believe song-makers and singers are the ones who inspire dancers. It's us the dancers should thank.*

...And of course, the guy who invented the boom-box  =D

So Who's Munchin' on Popcorn?

Now, I don't really care who is. I like popcorn with the cheese topping and coke with it.

Doesn't matter.

As a kid I hated popcorn. Doesn't matter either.

I remember myself wailing and shouting at Mom and Dad to get what I wanted. Not that I always got it. =D

Many a times I used to end up in the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, with angry tears in my eyes!

I used to get back at them by refusing all offerings.

In Homer Simpson's words, I acted like a merciless god. =D

Children like to get spoiled by their parents. All kids have the "I want, I want" syndrome and they deserve a little pampering, but not as much as to end up like this:

.

.

Okaayyyy, this is my childhood picture.


SO WHAT?? =|

WHAT HAPPENED TODAY =/

what happened to day can be wound up in one word: nothing. =|

I really, truly wish I had a picture of my horrible face when I woke up in the morning to realize I was SUPPOSED to be in for some yoga...Losing weight would be awesome, but could that happen by mere magic would be awesom-er =D

So after some serious muscle-stretching and BONE-BREAKING, I was finally ready for breakfast...finally.


Hungry, no, really hungry =p I made some kebabs and got myself some bread. I was leaving the kitchen when I realized that hey....I think I should spice up my plate a bit, be a master chef. =D okay, kidding about the master chef part...
.
.
.
.
.
.
Whhaaaaatt.....
.
.
.
.
.
OKAY not kidding =/

Anyway, none of your business. =6

So I got some cabbage from the fridge and laid my kebabs on top of that, and topped them with mayonnaise (is that how u spell it?) and splotched some ketchup between them. =)

*creative* right??

Then I switched the t.v. on and hey...."Zombieland"?? Seriously? I already got three Zombie-sisters around the house, so enough...


Anyway, the point is, in the evening when I was taking a bath, my little sister Thunder-storm "dropped in" to join me. =D

YES, she made a mess. Shampoo all over the place, on the tiles, on the ceiling??? (I mean HOW)....In my eyes. =@

And that 'cause I can't CONTROL her. Kids just piss me off big time. And then she wanted to dance on the new rug in the lounge =/

Now she's asking for noodles. =@ OH, MOM WHEN WILL YOU COME HOME???I gotta go guys...I don't have a life of my own...=(  

*bursting into crocodile tears* =p

Termite Attack =O

I was watching Master Chef Australia. The contestants had gone to New York for their next challenge. Watching them grab their trinkets from the judges, I was reminded of me and my sister's collected memorandums....I went and opened the cupboard....and AAAAGGHH!!!

*TERMITES*


I jumped a step back, EW! The sight was disgusting.
Irregular patterns of light brown mass jerking this way and that in HUMAN territory was both annoying and totally disappointing. And this was no ordinary cupboard...It had memories in form of pictures, souvenirs, and blah blah blah =P

It clicked me after some DUMB moments that I should get our stuff out of there immediately. The tourist guide book...The half digested photo album...The now-lamed wooden dragon...The cardboard covers...Mom's birthday card...

Oh well, I thought as I looked at the army of termite-kids helping their parents in destruction, they sure had a good time eating, drinking and making love, these termites. 


I bent forward to take a closer look...One of the termites looked up at me and GRINNED, exposing it's enzyme-filled disgusting everything =D.

                 

I retreated back.



I opened the photo-album as Dad cleared up the termite mess. In the first picture half of my head was cut off =/

STUPID TERMITES. I slammed the album shut.

Why Hina Rabbani is the Foreign Minister of Pakistan =P

Pakistan is famous for its beautiful girls. Right?.....RIGHT????


 So when Hina Rabbani made her way to India, all eyes turned to her.

Looks speak louder than words...so better relations between India and Pakistan are expected...blah blah bullcrap!!

Anyway....In a nutshell, Hina is the "Political Eye-Candy" =D

Today I was noticing how Hilary Clinton was shooting jealous glances towards Rabbani, probably thinking why she thought her anti-aging cream was working. Look at this:

Isn't it lucky I captured that?? Or mayyyybee I copied it from another site =p

So who do you think is prettier??

the Hot Hina

or

Old Grumpy Grandma

=D

October Madness!!

Me and my sister are both going CRAZZZYYYY...because her exams "are in the air" =D and she doesn't want to study!! And I can't watch t.v. because it "disturbs" her.

So I decided to try some cookin' =p ...I pulled out an old magazine from the cupboard and checked out some recipes....hmmm....spicy chicken haandi??oh yum!! I got my dad to bring the ingredients after much struggle..a few hours later, the magazine was gone. =/  Oh my, my sister gets just a little too frustrated near the exams, and she knows how to get away after causing trouble. =s

So today as usual, my dad dropped my younger sisters/pests at school and my mother at her college. So it was just me and my older sister...

I turned on the t.v. and was just gonna settle myself in bed when my sister appeared from nowhere and jumped in before I could even be surprised =@

...I mean WHAT THE HELL????

Now, you know what I did?? I sat down right in front of her and started flipping the channels. =) 

*genius* right?? ;p

I started watching a boooring current affairs show, not a word of which I understood. My sister, as stubborn as me, watched it willfully. I flipped some more and stopped at a music channel that played horrible songs. I pretended to enjoy it.

A few minutes later there was another shot of load-shedding =/  *annoying*

When dad came home, my sister bugged her head in her books, and said, "See dad?I'm tryna study here, and she's got the t.v. on!" Dad turned me out of the room and switched the t.v. off too =(

I strayed off in the lounge....no t.v....no internet....no balance in my cell phone...I was upset.

And this is just the start of the day...Wonder what's coming up in the hours to come!!

Yes, It Matters...

I remember...A dark figure, the frequent cluck-cluck of a walking stick as she made her way to the class room. The girls hushing quiet, standing up in perfect coordination and greeting her. No blacks strayed in her short, white hair. Her skirt was neat with not a wrinkle in sight. Her skin, badly aging. Voice like thunder, eyes of an eagle. That was Miss Williams.

She taught us phonics till grade three. She always required attention and perfection from the student, both of which I LACKED =D
I remember never listening to her instructions, and ending up saying "see=saaaw" instead of "se-saow" and "tthik" instead of a soft "thick". I remember failing in all the essays, and being reminded that my eyes weren't black, but "daaark brown". =/ and I used to think "Does it matter?"

I remember cutting up a permission form in half where there was drawn a scissors with a dotted line. I had handed in the parents' signature part to her, and had left the "instructions" portion home. I had got a serious and humiliating scolding from her, she said "I have to clip these in, why did you cut it?Now show me how to clip it!" and obviously there wasn't a single way I could...and I thought "Does it matter?"

Once she told us she was 85 years old. I could totally believe that. =D
She wasn't one of my favorite teachers, but she had inculcated in me what i myself could not have learned =D
She was devoted to her job and honest with her work.

*She never missed a class* =(

I remember...As she walked back to heaven, her gait was silent. Seeing her this time, the girls broke into soft tears. They stood up in perfect coordination and prayed. There was peace in the expression on her face. She is one of the Convent teachers who will be remembered.

Monsoon...

*a soothing track taking you back to a past chapter in the diary of your life*

A Vivid Memory That Turns Me Scarlet =D

(...Actually there isn't just one  :D )

I was five years old. Mom had taken me to her college as I was “not mannered enough to stay at Granny’s place”. Granny was a remarkable woman, sixty years old, yet on her toes, house-keeping through all the fun hours I spent at her place with a joystick in one hand, and a big, fat cookie in the other. I used to wonder how come she never got tired…until one day when she really did. =( And that day I was to spend with Mom, facing all those queer-looking women who bent down to pinch my cheeks, and wishing they would “go to hell”. =o

One of those women looked specifically odd. She proceeded towards me with an “unusually enormous” smile. She was tall and lean, but still wore high heels.

As she approached us, I shielded myself with Mom’s dupatta. She talked to Mom for a while, forgetting I was there at all. Then she leaned forward and tried to stroke my face, but….

.

.

But….

.

.

I BIT HER FINGER.  =@

She gasped and drew her hand away. Mom glared at me…I started to protest (): “Mom, she has a strange face, it’s too white and her lips are too red. =O Her hair is yellow…Mom! She has fake brows. She’s a witch and I’m scared!!”
Mom was speechless. =o  I guess she was thinking that I was right after all!! :p

P.S.:  (In my defense) I was never used to watching women with bold make-up on. My mother has never used makeup. (You can call it natural beauty)  ;)   =P

The Picture Story of an Orange-Haired Girl...Me!! =P

Hey! This is ME:

Not HER...

...I meant HER:-

So, let's start, ahem ahem...

Life's generally hard, from finding a job to finding a sincere soul-mate (=P), from I-have-to-get-good-grades-this-time to I-MUST-get-this-dress-but-it-costs-too-much. =(

First, frustration used to drive me crazy and I used to take it out on my friends and mom, wailing ={} ...shouting  =@ and complaining. =\

When this didn't work, I started writing a dear-diary =)

 Soon enough my secrets were inked inside, and I had to make a conscious effort to hide it from my family: I used to keep it in my school bag. =p

I thought it worked for four years, until I realized that my younger sister had been reading my diary all along (and that I found out by reading her diary =D )

Anyway, so once I had a serious fight with her (sisters are intruders when they're against you). She informed me indifferently that she would "get back at me soon enough", but I had my own airs. I sniffed at her and went to my usual evening school. By the time I got back, well, there were a lot of questions to be answered...by ME. =o

Since then I made it clear to myself that diaries were unfaithful companions. In really frank words, they turn your heart naked in front of the coldest company. =P

Geography...AND History...=/

So whatever happened day before yesterday, I will mention in some other post...but YESTERDAY...well, my little sister happened to ask me where Zimbabwe is.  I thought about it for a while, then realizing that the silence was somewhat awkward, I replied with an assuring smile, "Oh, it's somewhere in the NORTH."
"North?" she repeated in a question. "But then why are they so dark?"
I got uncomfortable. "Well, you see..."
I started to tell her "the story"...how a some thousand years ago the dinosaurs had elevated from the bed of the deep Indian ocean, scaring all the South-dwellers away, who had tanned prominently to a shiny black through centuries of life in the burning sun. They ran all the way to the north, not stopping for a breath until then.

All this time, my little sister had been watching me with interest, unblinking (0.0), imagining the stampede of green behind a petty black.

Don't believe my lame story? Well, who told you to? =P
I confess it. I never took Geography and History seriously. That is the reason I can't tell longitude from latitude, or the Arabian Sea from the Indian Ocean. What the hell are "Gulf" countries? Which is the capital of which?Rome of Italy or vice versa?
I don't even know how to read the map. Anyway, a thousand apologies for flustering your high-tech minds. Have a good rest-of-the-day!!

P.S.: It just occured to me today that we have TWO Pacifics instead of one in the Oxford world atlas. =O  Look now THERE's the big blunder. =/ 

Tere Bina...Without You...

*This is a song filled with irony, explained by the opposite moods of two rivals in the love of the same man, unintroduced, yet seated in the same taxi...It genuinely makes the listener cry*

=..S look now what you've done to me =@

My hideous cell-phone

Yes, I confess it. I have been carrying it around two years of my life now.

You can't imagine WHAT it looks like! A hideous black thing with an orange light. =O I was so embarassed at first I never used to take it out of my bag. Then slowly, SLOWLY ( =P ) I became immune to the haunting, disgusted eyes that followed the ugly golden teeth fixed in my cell-phone's face. =/
It doen't even have a camera =(. Being optimistic *like my father*, it has ONE BIG QUALITY: It has never been stolen. (who would like to steal it? =P )

But what's the story behind my hideous cell-phone??

...It all started one horrible night...and ended soon enough (lol)...
My father had parked the car in a fairly busy street, and himself had gone to get some groceries from a nearby store. It was hot and the air was still. I rolled down the window, at the same instant, my sleek, beautiful monte played a little message alert. I took it in my hand and checked...a "test tomorrow" message from a friend...

Nearby, a bush rustled, I thanked God that some breeze was finally making its way...Hey, like NEVER, I was WROoNGGG...There was a shadow...and then a dark hand, with filth in the nails (lol :p ) that firmly grabbed my hand, and then the other one reached out for my precious cell-phone... =( 
and...
...and
Oh, how cruel can you be, trying to get the OUCHIE part of the story out of me?  =..S

Anyway, I decided that now, going to a medical school, i must request for something respectable from my parents.
But before I could utter my feelings of hatred for the black, ultimately monochromatic "communication device", my father asked me: "Beta, where is your mobile?You said there was a problem in the battery, d'ya mind if I take it to the shop and get it fixed for you?"

"YES I MIND" I wanted to scream, but managing a wry smile, I told him i would find it soon.

"It's LOST????" He was genuinely alarmed.  :|
"Oh, must be somewhere in the house for sure." I replied carelessly and dashed to my room like thunder.

I talked to my sister about it. She had "an idea"...

We found it buried deep in the rubble of our little sister's toys. the back was lost and the exposed battery grinned at us.
"Lost it's underwear alright...=D" my sister joked. I poked her hard. "Get on with it!"
"Why me?It's your trouble, I gave you a completely ingenious idea, you do it." She held the cell=phone out to me...

...I took it, threw it to the ground, and stepped hard on it, and I mean HARD. (it means my foot hurt)
"Smash it! Smash it!" she told me, but it was no use. The thing seemed ABSOLUTELY IMMORTAL.

"What's goin' on here?" It was our father.
"Oh," I said, "I finally found the mobile, I'm trying to get some life into it. Trust me, it works." I beamed.

Tangles...

...The night was deep, the moon was full, and the stars twinkled to light up the milky way. I stared at the star-studded sky and thought about the broken hearts, departed lovers, and a lovely maiden singing by the sea-shore of her neglected beauty...

...Got the picture?

'Cause these aren't the tangles I'm talking about. I'm talking about the tangles IN MY HAIR. =/
My hair are rough, frizzy and FREAKISHLY impossible.
Everyday when i wake up, I stretch my neck from one side to the other, yawn hard, look in the mirror, and say to myself...shouldn't I shave off my head today?Good idea, and get tattoos. Then i smile to myself like this =)
and then grin...like this:  =B

However, I shake that wild thought off my mind, and get suited up for the battle.

Greener Eyes...

*This song is one of my favorites, a sweet expression of a man trying to win a beautiful woman's love* =) 

Paradoxism

So, today I decided to cram the rest of the vocabulary.
My dad asked me the meaning of 'paradox'...."Opposite of orthodox?" I 'answered'. =p
"Hmm, okay you can say that..." and he started to explain it to me with an example that went thus:-

-"_____-----***^#!@)*(&^%$@!^**^$#@###&+^%&()%%____"-

"Yes, of course!" i told him.  (and two seconds ago...."zzzZZZzzz") =p

Then we went on to 'Plethora'...
"I know!"...My dad's face brightened up when i said that...

"little in amount" i said.

...and then returned to the former Garfield expression. =/
"It means EXCESS, you get it? EXCESS!"

My heart sank and my shoulders slumped like a dog's tail...

We moved on to "LULU"...*Stupid???*..."Remarkable." said my dad...
Remarkable??  =O *disbelief*
The utter insanity of the word had compelled me to believe it must mean something like "ULLU" =D  (jo zyada angrez hain unkay liye  OWL...:p )

Ple'THORA' means excess...and Lulu means remarkable?
Now THAT's what I call 'paradoxism'

=(

"Impinging is proscripted"!!

I am pretty sure you weren't able to comprehend a nutmeg from the title! It means "trespassing is prohibited".
Sadly, these are not the only really wierd words I have to learn...there are 872 more...

Ugh!! I just can't wait for the entrance test to come and finally GO. =D My blogs are EMPTY and I feel like such an idiot for ever creating them. =/ I'd rather have completed my song that I have been trying to write for over two month now.


"PARHAYI is the true assassin of a happy life" --Minahil Rahman (oh I'm such a legend :p )

Eid??Exactly WHAT are you talking about?

so I was watching "Best of Luck Nikki", and the family had gone for a holiday in some sasta sa resort...Anyway, the boy found his former teacher, who now happened to be a waiter at that hotel.
The boy said, "Sir, aap??"
The teacher replied, "Yes, it's me. Tumhari he waja se aj main teacher nahi, waiter hun."
Itnay main the boy's elder brother entered the room, he too said, "Sir, aap?". The teacher looked at him with elevator eyes, then said, "Acha!Tum bhi meri class main thay na??"
The brother said, "Sir, aik nahi...do do dafa!!"

And that sent a prick of conscience up my spine...ENTRANCE TEST!! Tick-tock...Meet y'all after the 13th of september!

Reactions:......Audience he nahi hai to reactions kahan se laun? =( ...lol. =p

P.S.: Till then, find the meanings of these "abhorendums" :-
>  portmanteau
> imprecation
> tchotchkes
> kerfuffle

Don't forget I'm giving you leniency for "abhorendum", (it doesn't mean anything anyway)

Belated...

It's really hard to post anything when the whole world (starting from the parents to the aunt's-sister-in-law's-cousin's-uncle's-granny) is forcing you with devil-spears to keep your head buried in books. Anyway, I had planned to include self-drawn, scribbly pictures in my "real-first-post", but now the idea seems quite absurd, as i don't even have the time to doodle.
My routine these days is thus: academy before the world wakes up, home at two when the world is watching t.v and i am about to collapse, a quiet and slow dinner (rather, an excuse to watch t.v) a deep sleep till seven in the evening and then a battle with books (usually keeping them in my lap and dreaming).
It's a miracle I still have a scanty number of hair on my head and no grays. I consider it an utmost success.
Time spent at the academy is the most boring period of my life. Crossing wrong answers (almost all of them) is not bizarre to me anymore. Instead, I celebrate when one of my answers actually turns out to be right.
Now, I really don't want my mom to know all this, so I'll just hush! Have a nice day! =)

a little line...

...So this is when i go blank. :/ Wait for tomorrow to see the real post, right now I'm just stretching my bony fingers :p