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….

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But….

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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)