So last night, as it is quite obvious from the posting time of my last post, I had trouble sleeping. Not surprisingly, I wrote of my plight as a status update on Facebook. This is what ensued:
Silver Skylark I write haiku when I can't sleep. :P
{17 hours ago via Mobile Web}
Tito: {Name changed for security reasons}
..Reading that, it makes me weep
Counting seven, must it be
You've one extra dont you see? :P
{16 hours ago}
Silver Skylark: {that is me, LD}
Hark! What sound goes there?
Of sixes and sevens you speak!
Curled in darkened lair. :P
{16 hours ago}
Tito:
that was random..that you know
did i get it?..dont think so..
but pardon you..that i may
sleep doth come by end of day.....
{16 hours ago}
Silver Skylark:
I could not count, so it seems
Outside, the silver moon gleams
Retire, friend, as day comes
Morrow's song, another hums.
{16 hours ago}
Tito:
Now that torrent downloads done
New moon shall i gaze upon
Vamps and werewolves shall i see
So with this rhyme, off i'll be :)
{16 hours ago}
Silver Skylark:
Lycans rise as darkness falls
Gaze upon unguarded walls
Yet may sleep set your mind free
Of dangerous poetry. :P
{16 hours ago}
Tito:
lol..im watching a movie! :P
{16 hours ago}
Silver Skylark:
Go watch it, you Edward Cullen fan! :P
{16 hours ago}
Tito:
HAH! i made you break your count
While I secretly kept mine XD
And I watch for Jacob Black >.<
{16 hours ago}
At this point I must say that the 7-syllables are maintained if I remove "Edward" and that "lol" cannot be counted as a single syllable. :P
Silver Skylark:
I did not hear those words sad
Lest the Heavens strike me mad
For that sword thrust I'll get back
While you drool at Jacob Black.
{16 hours ago}
Kaz: {a.k.a. Prince Kazarelth}
You two are crazy.
There's no haiku that I see.
Sleep or New Moon, guys?
:P
{9 hours ago}
Silver Skylark:
These aren't the haiku
That I posted in my blog...
For Facebook to show. :P
That was a haiku...
The rest, seven syllables
Of a Rhyming fest. :P
{7 hours ago}
'Nuff said! xD
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Sunday, 6 June 2010
Monday, 2 March 2009
LA-isms
The visiting lecturer who takes Physics with my class this semester has absolutely no idea that she is teaching a class full of perverts, especially a majority of perverted girls. (RD, sitting to my left today, actually exclaimed, albeit to herself and me, “Ma’am, we are perverts!”) Neither does she realize what she says at certain points of times. Today’s class itself resulted in my frantic note taking, which should be read as frantic quote taking as the Ladies of the Last Row laughed themselves silly over all that was spoken. Suffice to say, I did not learn much Physics today.
12:26 p.m.
LA: (to the class) If you mumble like a penguin no one will hear you.
{This was accompanied by significant hand gestures reminiscent of the times when, as kindergarteners, I was taught the greater than and less than signs.}
1:10 p.m.
LA: Ummmnh? What will I cover? When will I cover?
{I refuse to cite the reference and spoil the effect the above has on pervy minds.}
1:15 p.m.
LA: When I am giving you a flavour of everything, I am not asking you to cook it, I am asking you to taste it... Don’t worry it is very interesting.
{The above clause applies here as well xP.}
1:25 p.m.
Class: (owing to very faint scribbles on the whiteboard) Ma’am, we can’t see.
LA: (very earnestly) Imagine.
1:45 p.m.
LA: How many of you have microwaves at home? Ok. When you use a microwave, what have you experienced?
Class: (highly amused at the coincidence of what is on display) Ma’am, the projector is overheating. It will burst.
{At this point, the entire class has broken into mad fits of giggly laughter.}
1:50 p.m.
LA: So you know that the brain, it comes till here (*points with both hands at some place in her head*) maybe till our eyes… it extends beyond the nose…
{The class is dying of laughter now.}
LA: How many of you have been X-rayed?
xD
12:26 p.m.
LA: (to the class) If you mumble like a penguin no one will hear you.
{This was accompanied by significant hand gestures reminiscent of the times when, as kindergarteners, I was taught the greater than and less than signs.}
1:10 p.m.
LA: Ummmnh? What will I cover? When will I cover?
{I refuse to cite the reference and spoil the effect the above has on pervy minds.}
1:15 p.m.
LA: When I am giving you a flavour of everything, I am not asking you to cook it, I am asking you to taste it... Don’t worry it is very interesting.
{The above clause applies here as well xP.}
1:25 p.m.
Class: (owing to very faint scribbles on the whiteboard) Ma’am, we can’t see.
LA: (very earnestly) Imagine.
1:45 p.m.
LA: How many of you have microwaves at home? Ok. When you use a microwave, what have you experienced?
Class: (highly amused at the coincidence of what is on display) Ma’am, the projector is overheating. It will burst.
{At this point, the entire class has broken into mad fits of giggly laughter.}
1:50 p.m.
LA: So you know that the brain, it comes till here (*points with both hands at some place in her head*) maybe till our eyes… it extends beyond the nose…
{The class is dying of laughter now.}
LA: How many of you have been X-rayed?
xD
Monday, 9 February 2009
Loony Ladies of the Last Row
Date: 09.02.2009
Time: 1:45 p.m.
LD: (Looking extremely disgruntled in class while observing the Professor) Look, she’s acting as though she’s teaching little children in elementary school.
DM is sitting on LD’s left.
DM: (Keeping a straight face while looking at the Professor) Yes, she’s showing us pictures.
LD: Is that how you hold a book, Ma’am? (turning towards DM) Look! She’s tainting the sanctity of the book!
DM gives LD a characteristic look which says that LD is being randomly weird again.
LD: (continuing and ignoring DM’s “look”) She’s raping the purity of the book — She’s putting creases where no creases were before!
DM: …
LD: (quite agitated by now) She’s marking her territory in places where she has to right to!
DM: (very matter-of-factly) Um, that just reminds me of dogs marking their territory by peeing.
2:00 p.m.
Class: (imploringly at the Professor who refuses to stop teaching even if Time itself were to come to an end bringing about Ultimate Doom) Ma’am! It’s time… we have another class now.
Professor: (looking at us after coming out of her picture-book-induced reverie) Ummmnh? What? Bell rang? Hmmm?
Class: Yes Ma’am, we heard the bell. It rang just now.
Professor: Oh so your ears are tuned to the bell however silent it is.
LD: (turning to DM again) So is that a bad thing? (Looks disgustedly at the Professor) We are punctual people, unlike you.
2:05 p.m.
Miss Minnie Mouse, had hitherto been to LD’s right, “holding it in” and also under the false impression that the next class was to be in another room, (an assumption probably pee-induced).
MMM: (to LD) Listen. I need to go to the toilet. Take my bag with you.
LD: Um, I’d like to go with you. (Pausing) I mean, till the outside and then go in once you’re done and you come out.
PB: (another classmate, sitting next to MMM, laughing) That was very specific.
LD: Yes, just to clear the air.
Honestly, the fact that a conversation gets posted after ages shows just how scarce humour has been in these recession-hit times. And I suppose the fact that I found out that today is “Chocolate Day” according to card-companies who want to make money to beat the recession blues after I reached college and also that my classmates were in the final stages of their insatiable craving for the said chocolate also helped. And I didn’t get any chocolate today. *BIG SNEEEEF* Which obviously is totally irrelevant in this context.
Oh well, we’re all back to hilarity now and toilet humour, of course. Can’t leave that out!
Time: 1:45 p.m.
LD: (Looking extremely disgruntled in class while observing the Professor) Look, she’s acting as though she’s teaching little children in elementary school.
DM is sitting on LD’s left.
DM: (Keeping a straight face while looking at the Professor) Yes, she’s showing us pictures.
LD: Is that how you hold a book, Ma’am? (turning towards DM) Look! She’s tainting the sanctity of the book!
DM gives LD a characteristic look which says that LD is being randomly weird again.
LD: (continuing and ignoring DM’s “look”) She’s raping the purity of the book — She’s putting creases where no creases were before!
DM: …
LD: (quite agitated by now) She’s marking her territory in places where she has to right to!
DM: (very matter-of-factly) Um, that just reminds me of dogs marking their territory by peeing.
2:00 p.m.
Class: (imploringly at the Professor who refuses to stop teaching even if Time itself were to come to an end bringing about Ultimate Doom) Ma’am! It’s time… we have another class now.
Professor: (looking at us after coming out of her picture-book-induced reverie) Ummmnh? What? Bell rang? Hmmm?
Class: Yes Ma’am, we heard the bell. It rang just now.
Professor: Oh so your ears are tuned to the bell however silent it is.
LD: (turning to DM again) So is that a bad thing? (Looks disgustedly at the Professor) We are punctual people, unlike you.
2:05 p.m.
Miss Minnie Mouse, had hitherto been to LD’s right, “holding it in” and also under the false impression that the next class was to be in another room, (an assumption probably pee-induced).
MMM: (to LD) Listen. I need to go to the toilet. Take my bag with you.
LD: Um, I’d like to go with you. (Pausing) I mean, till the outside and then go in once you’re done and you come out.
PB: (another classmate, sitting next to MMM, laughing) That was very specific.
LD: Yes, just to clear the air.
Honestly, the fact that a conversation gets posted after ages shows just how scarce humour has been in these recession-hit times. And I suppose the fact that I found out that today is “Chocolate Day” according to card-companies who want to make money to beat the recession blues after I reached college and also that my classmates were in the final stages of their insatiable craving for the said chocolate also helped. And I didn’t get any chocolate today. *BIG SNEEEEF* Which obviously is totally irrelevant in this context.
Oh well, we’re all back to hilarity now and toilet humour, of course. Can’t leave that out!
Friday, 31 October 2008
October Quotes
Date: 31.10.2008
Time: 9:40 p.m.(Over the phone). Kaz reads something online about a Samsung phone and mutters imprecations.
Kaz: (exclaiming at the site) There is no competition whore!
He then realizes that LD is on the phone.
Kaz: (sheepishly) Oh, er, sorry.
LD: (laughing) Is whore an insult?
Kaz: It means prostitute.
LD: I know, but still... I mean, 'potty' is not an insult!
Kaz: (spontaneously) You're a potty!
LD breaks out into fits of insane incessant laughter.
Kaz: Anything can be an insult. You're a (at this point he burps loudly). That's also an insult!
LD promptly dies of laughter.
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Identity Crisis
According to Google, creating a new email address is a piece of cake. My little brother (who is now not-so-little-and-is-taller-than-me-damn-him) would beg to differ though, since the two of us spent the entire evening thinking of a username for him. As he was reluctant to use his own name, we had to come up with something that had not been taken already in the long-enough-relative-to-Internet-time history of Google. And that, my dear friends appeared quite the Herculean task.
My brother insisted on suggesting the most trite of all possible usernames, inspired by his limited creativity and gaming and TV (anime mostly) influences, which, staying true to the spirit of collectivism spread throughout the world when it comes to originality, were already taken. A list of some of the names tried out that I happen to remember at the moment is given below. Please feel free to laugh your backsides off at appropriate (and inappropriate) moments.
catseye : Taken
(For some reason, my brother showed a sudden feline influence in his taste)
straycat : Taken
(The poor kid had really wanted this. *Grins evilly*)
stinkykitty : Taken
(This was suggested by me owing to certain odours being emitted by the person involved)
stinkykitteh : Available
(A variation based on LOLCats which my brother wanted to murder me about)
mybrotherisakitty : Available
(The above reaction was repeated again)
stupidlittlearse : Taken
(A rather surprising revelation, when we decided to indulge in profanities)
aceoffarts : Taken
(Another surprise, for obvious reasons)
aceofasses : Available
(A relief, of sorts, but the little chicken was too scared of what mummy would say although it was his decision that we try this out :P)
motorfart : Available
(A suggestion of mine which induced much laughter in us toilet-humour-driven souls, although it did not seem like an appropriate ID)
constipation : Taken
(Lo and behold! Weren't we surprised! And amused. xD)
idonthaveabackside : Available
(Thankfully. Yet, my brother found that he could not relate very well to this)
idonthaveanarse : Available
(We tried this one out for the sake of variety. It was discarded for the same lack of empathy)
shittykitty : No suggestions from Google
(They probably thought it way too inappropriate)
noreturntype : Available
(A suggestion of mine that the kid didn't like. The idiot)
nomorepoo : Taken
(More shocking revelations unfold! The Internet has too many similar minded perverts (ab)using it)
nomoretoilethumour : Available
(A product of sheer frustration on my part. It was scapped, most regretfully, in spite of its strong social comment)
thinkofsomething : Taken
(My brother's heartfelt plea to me)
numberXIII : Taken
(The chap could come up with nothing better on his own. *Shakes head regretfully*)
ihopenot : Available
(My response to the above suggestion)
thecatoftoday : Taken
(This would be the kid reverting to I-want-a-feline-ID mode)
darkraven : Taken
(Duh. I had told him it would be)
strawberryjam : Taken
(He wanted to kill me again after this one)
pikachu : Taken
(I wanted to kill him, after this)
To which, my brother suggested: "Pikapika?"
And my response was: X(
raisedeyebrow : Taken
(Sad, but)
skinnyarse : Taken
(I had a feeling it would be, but we laughed disgustingly nevertheless)
swelteringsands : Available
(I liked this one, but that fool did not. Still, IT SHALL BE MY USERNAME ONE DAY. NO ONE HAD BETTER STEAL IT, I AM WARNING YOU!!!!)
stinkysands : Available
(But then, my brother got insulted)
By this time I had suggested he try some of the word verifications that had made themselves visible to us: lentusil, tionotomm and mattassorse. But he disliked the idea. Meh.
We also tried these out...
soulpiper : Taken
(Hah. It would be)
soulreaper : Taken
(Double hah from my side)
sourfish : Taken
(Ok, I was amused)
sideprofile : Available!
(I had really really liked this one. *Sigh* NO ONE HAD BETTER STEAL THIS ONE EITHER)
dumbduck : Taken
(A product of my frustration at my brother not liking the previous one)
catmusic : Taken
(I had told him. The idiot never listens)
catastrophic : Taken
(Cliche, cliche, cliche, I had said)
iatemyowndna : AVAILABLE
(My own creative masterpiece, the virtues of which were woefully ignored)
sociozoid: Available
(My brother's stewed brain came up with this)
Inflated with the "Available" status, he suggested: flairazoid
To which I replied: That is STUPID! It sounds like a Pokemon! *shudder*
flamesoftime : Taken
(A sigh from him)
gigafire : Taken
(Another sigh from him)
And by then I was extremely annoyed with him and gave him an extremely filthy look when he suggested, "Terrorist?"
I responded with "vegetablepot", which was available.
Finally, the chap came up with something decent that was available, which I will not mention here, and created his account. I just want to mention this... whoever said that creating an email ID is easy, lied big time.
My brother insisted on suggesting the most trite of all possible usernames, inspired by his limited creativity and gaming and TV (anime mostly) influences, which, staying true to the spirit of collectivism spread throughout the world when it comes to originality, were already taken. A list of some of the names tried out that I happen to remember at the moment is given below. Please feel free to laugh your backsides off at appropriate (and inappropriate) moments.
catseye : Taken
(For some reason, my brother showed a sudden feline influence in his taste)
straycat : Taken
(The poor kid had really wanted this. *Grins evilly*)
stinkykitty : Taken
(This was suggested by me owing to certain odours being emitted by the person involved)
stinkykitteh : Available
(A variation based on LOLCats which my brother wanted to murder me about)
mybrotherisakitty : Available
(The above reaction was repeated again)
stupidlittlearse : Taken
(A rather surprising revelation, when we decided to indulge in profanities)
aceoffarts : Taken
(Another surprise, for obvious reasons)
aceofasses : Available
(A relief, of sorts, but the little chicken was too scared of what mummy would say although it was his decision that we try this out :P)
motorfart : Available
(A suggestion of mine which induced much laughter in us toilet-humour-driven souls, although it did not seem like an appropriate ID)
constipation : Taken
(Lo and behold! Weren't we surprised! And amused. xD)
idonthaveabackside : Available
(Thankfully. Yet, my brother found that he could not relate very well to this)
idonthaveanarse : Available
(We tried this one out for the sake of variety. It was discarded for the same lack of empathy)
shittykitty : No suggestions from Google
(They probably thought it way too inappropriate)
noreturntype : Available
(A suggestion of mine that the kid didn't like. The idiot)
nomorepoo : Taken
(More shocking revelations unfold! The Internet has too many similar minded perverts (ab)using it)
nomoretoilethumour : Available
(A product of sheer frustration on my part. It was scapped, most regretfully, in spite of its strong social comment)
thinkofsomething : Taken
(My brother's heartfelt plea to me)
numberXIII : Taken
(The chap could come up with nothing better on his own. *Shakes head regretfully*)
ihopenot : Available
(My response to the above suggestion)
thecatoftoday : Taken
(This would be the kid reverting to I-want-a-feline-ID mode)
darkraven : Taken
(Duh. I had told him it would be)
strawberryjam : Taken
(He wanted to kill me again after this one)
pikachu : Taken
(I wanted to kill him, after this)
To which, my brother suggested: "Pikapika?"
And my response was: X(
raisedeyebrow : Taken
(Sad, but)
skinnyarse : Taken
(I had a feeling it would be, but we laughed disgustingly nevertheless)
swelteringsands : Available
(I liked this one, but that fool did not. Still, IT SHALL BE MY USERNAME ONE DAY. NO ONE HAD BETTER STEAL IT, I AM WARNING YOU!!!!)
stinkysands : Available
(But then, my brother got insulted)
By this time I had suggested he try some of the word verifications that had made themselves visible to us: lentusil, tionotomm and mattassorse. But he disliked the idea. Meh.
We also tried these out...
soulpiper : Taken
(Hah. It would be)
soulreaper : Taken
(Double hah from my side)
sourfish : Taken
(Ok, I was amused)
sideprofile : Available!
(I had really really liked this one. *Sigh* NO ONE HAD BETTER STEAL THIS ONE EITHER)
dumbduck : Taken
(A product of my frustration at my brother not liking the previous one)
catmusic : Taken
(I had told him. The idiot never listens)
catastrophic : Taken
(Cliche, cliche, cliche, I had said)
iatemyowndna : AVAILABLE
(My own creative masterpiece, the virtues of which were woefully ignored)
sociozoid: Available
(My brother's stewed brain came up with this)
Inflated with the "Available" status, he suggested: flairazoid
To which I replied: That is STUPID! It sounds like a Pokemon! *shudder*
flamesoftime : Taken
(A sigh from him)
gigafire : Taken
(Another sigh from him)
And by then I was extremely annoyed with him and gave him an extremely filthy look when he suggested, "Terrorist?"
I responded with "vegetablepot", which was available.
Finally, the chap came up with something decent that was available, which I will not mention here, and created his account. I just want to mention this... whoever said that creating an email ID is easy, lied big time.
Friday, 1 August 2008
Solar Skyline
Today’s eclipsed sun spared Indian viewers the sight of its complete devouring by the moon. However, I’m sure that did not stop many eclipse enthusiasts from running to their terraces to witness the first total eclipse since 1995, even though it was only a partial eclipse here.
Late this afternoon, on receiving a phone-call from my astronomically aligned ally, I ran to the terrace, which I hadn’t visited since January, armed with my UV-protecting sunglasses and an old X-ray film of my mother’s skull. It was an amazing experience, feeling the wind on my face as I sat on the ledge supporting the water tank and watched the two heavenly bodies vying with each other for attention in the sky. Kaz and I spoke to each other over the phone, giving each other updates on our unique viewing angles and how the clouds were trying to play spoilsport.
What I saw, when the clouds were not making an attempt to outdo the moon in trying to block the sun from view, was simply beautiful! I have no other word for it! It felt good. I’ve always felt more connected with the world around me when looking at the sky, and to watch this celestial landmark in time take place before my eyes, with a favourite friend’s voice for company was truly lovely!
My memories of my first total solar eclipse are restricted to only a few images ingrained in memory along with the feeling of anticipation and excitement that accompanied them. I am adding today’s to that album of mine with the hope that I will witness many more. Sitting there on the terrace by myself brought me mixed feelings though. Almost all the residents of my building were present the last time. It’s funny how the span of a few years changes things quite so much.
Well, seeing how I’ve been taking pictures almost at the drop of a hat these days, I did manage to take some shots of the sky and sun. Here they are:
Late this afternoon, on receiving a phone-call from my astronomically aligned ally, I ran to the terrace, which I hadn’t visited since January, armed with my UV-protecting sunglasses and an old X-ray film of my mother’s skull. It was an amazing experience, feeling the wind on my face as I sat on the ledge supporting the water tank and watched the two heavenly bodies vying with each other for attention in the sky. Kaz and I spoke to each other over the phone, giving each other updates on our unique viewing angles and how the clouds were trying to play spoilsport.
What I saw, when the clouds were not making an attempt to outdo the moon in trying to block the sun from view, was simply beautiful! I have no other word for it! It felt good. I’ve always felt more connected with the world around me when looking at the sky, and to watch this celestial landmark in time take place before my eyes, with a favourite friend’s voice for company was truly lovely!
My memories of my first total solar eclipse are restricted to only a few images ingrained in memory along with the feeling of anticipation and excitement that accompanied them. I am adding today’s to that album of mine with the hope that I will witness many more. Sitting there on the terrace by myself brought me mixed feelings though. Almost all the residents of my building were present the last time. It’s funny how the span of a few years changes things quite so much.
Well, seeing how I’ve been taking pictures almost at the drop of a hat these days, I did manage to take some shots of the sky and sun. Here they are:
This picture was taken from the study window, just when I was told that the eclipse could be seen.
A view of the amassing clouds, which were most unobliging for a while.
The sun was completely hidden by then, for the clouds had covered most of the sky.
The eclipse. This blurry thing was taken using my very simple digicam and the X-ray film. So it is hardly a good picture. I am hoping that Kaz has better pictures. Oh well... I am not complaining.
To the heavens, now and forever!
To the heavens, now and forever!
Friday, 11 April 2008
On Love Lives
This was written quite some time ago on paper and in purple. And that explains why I forgot to type it out earlier. So well, here it is…
Date: 29.02.2008
Time: 11:55 p.m.
My love lives have presented themselves to be utterly fascinating and absorbing. ‘They’ have unravelled most surprisingly. As of now, I am a married woman — a blushing new bride who is too shy to speak her husband’s name. I am also engaged to another woman, one who already has many wives and am committing adultery with a friend of mine who happens to be the wife of the man who is also married to my husband. We’re all a part of this happily bisexual family where it is easier to say that one is married to everyone than keep track of each other’s marital and extramarital affairs. And there are more additions to be made to the family with time and ceremonies and 5-6 kilograms of chocolate.
’Twas an eventful evening. I discovered the “pobitro prem” of two of my friends and another friend of mine and I decided to get inspired and launch our own torrid love affair that led to marriage sealed with a kiss. And then the four of us, mainly my new husband and I wrote programs to publicly declare the love between one of the “pobitro premiks” and a woman he vehemently denies being in love with. The programs are patented and shall not be made available to the general public, as they are incredibly valuable.
After completing our coding we embarked on a journey into the world of The Bold And The Beautiful, where numerous liaisons were made, considered, disregarded, considered again, and finally finalized until further adultery. During this period, all of us decided to be most liberal, especially regarding barriers of gender or the number of spouses seeming sane. My dearest love got hitched with the male “pobitro premik”, a friend of us both, I decided to secretly elope with the female “pobitro premik”, a friend of mine, who is presently a friend of us both, and we also added the woman the male “pobitro premik” is secretly in love with but denying vehemently for the sake of privacy to our lovely equation. More multisexual madness and chaos was born.
And then, I remembered that I had an estranged fiancée who I had broken up with recently over the fact that she had already married twice without letting me know. Once she had been taken into account, we decided to elope with each other or get hitched with hula dancers as witnesses or chicken dancing friends for entertainment. And no, we all get along quite well with each other, and no, I am not the one who will be chicken dancing at weddings.
The final love equation is quite a complex one. Many minds may falter and fumble before its mind-boggling concepts. To make things simple, what I can say is this:
The male “pobitro premik” and female “pobitro premik” are married. The male PP is also married to my husband who is married to me and is also my love slave. Oh and I keep forgetting the most important part — he also provides me with an endless supply of chocolate as part of our arrangement. I am also married/engaged/not really sure what I am doing with the female PP, who loves the woman the male PP is secretly in love with but denying in a roundabout way. The male PP, however, loves the woman he is secretly in love with but denying in a straight way. I am having unlawful relationships with my estranged fiancée who we are not quite sure about. What I mean is that we don’t know how to finalize her position in this complexity. She is in love with me although I am not particularly interested in polyamorous women. She is free to elope with the female PP in a slightly modified version of an arranged marriage, or elope with my husband, who she probably will not want to elope with as she loves me and not him. Or we could all stop cheating on each other and be ‘exclusive’ with our respective partners.
We are all married to one another in some way or the other and therefore enjoying a state of supreme marital bliss. This shall continue till the chocolate runs out, at least. It is interesting to note how married life has affected us all. For all we know, we might even end up married to ourselves, which has, in all probability, already happened. I am now looking forward to what the new dawn shall bring. Perhaps there shall be more outrageous proposals to consider and accept. I am highly excited.
End: 00:45 a.m.
PS: For those of you who are taking this seriously: “Boo you! Go get a sense of humour!”
Date: 29.02.2008
Time: 11:55 p.m.
My love lives have presented themselves to be utterly fascinating and absorbing. ‘They’ have unravelled most surprisingly. As of now, I am a married woman — a blushing new bride who is too shy to speak her husband’s name. I am also engaged to another woman, one who already has many wives and am committing adultery with a friend of mine who happens to be the wife of the man who is also married to my husband. We’re all a part of this happily bisexual family where it is easier to say that one is married to everyone than keep track of each other’s marital and extramarital affairs. And there are more additions to be made to the family with time and ceremonies and 5-6 kilograms of chocolate.
’Twas an eventful evening. I discovered the “pobitro prem” of two of my friends and another friend of mine and I decided to get inspired and launch our own torrid love affair that led to marriage sealed with a kiss. And then the four of us, mainly my new husband and I wrote programs to publicly declare the love between one of the “pobitro premiks” and a woman he vehemently denies being in love with. The programs are patented and shall not be made available to the general public, as they are incredibly valuable.
After completing our coding we embarked on a journey into the world of The Bold And The Beautiful, where numerous liaisons were made, considered, disregarded, considered again, and finally finalized until further adultery. During this period, all of us decided to be most liberal, especially regarding barriers of gender or the number of spouses seeming sane. My dearest love got hitched with the male “pobitro premik”, a friend of us both, I decided to secretly elope with the female “pobitro premik”, a friend of mine, who is presently a friend of us both, and we also added the woman the male “pobitro premik” is secretly in love with but denying vehemently for the sake of privacy to our lovely equation. More multisexual madness and chaos was born.
And then, I remembered that I had an estranged fiancée who I had broken up with recently over the fact that she had already married twice without letting me know. Once she had been taken into account, we decided to elope with each other or get hitched with hula dancers as witnesses or chicken dancing friends for entertainment. And no, we all get along quite well with each other, and no, I am not the one who will be chicken dancing at weddings.
The final love equation is quite a complex one. Many minds may falter and fumble before its mind-boggling concepts. To make things simple, what I can say is this:
The male “pobitro premik” and female “pobitro premik” are married. The male PP is also married to my husband who is married to me and is also my love slave. Oh and I keep forgetting the most important part — he also provides me with an endless supply of chocolate as part of our arrangement. I am also married/engaged/not really sure what I am doing with the female PP, who loves the woman the male PP is secretly in love with but denying in a roundabout way. The male PP, however, loves the woman he is secretly in love with but denying in a straight way. I am having unlawful relationships with my estranged fiancée who we are not quite sure about. What I mean is that we don’t know how to finalize her position in this complexity. She is in love with me although I am not particularly interested in polyamorous women. She is free to elope with the female PP in a slightly modified version of an arranged marriage, or elope with my husband, who she probably will not want to elope with as she loves me and not him. Or we could all stop cheating on each other and be ‘exclusive’ with our respective partners.
We are all married to one another in some way or the other and therefore enjoying a state of supreme marital bliss. This shall continue till the chocolate runs out, at least. It is interesting to note how married life has affected us all. For all we know, we might even end up married to ourselves, which has, in all probability, already happened. I am now looking forward to what the new dawn shall bring. Perhaps there shall be more outrageous proposals to consider and accept. I am highly excited.
End: 00:45 a.m.
PS: For those of you who are taking this seriously: “Boo you! Go get a sense of humour!”
Monday, 4 February 2008
Conversations Of A Barmy Kind
01.02.2008
1:10 p.m.
LD: “I shall annoy you by reading out Stereochemistry.”
Kaz: “Stereochemistry! I eat chocolate in the face of Stereochemistry!”
A little while later, when LD has been annoyed into poking Kaz with her pointy purple pen...
Kaz: “*Places large leather shield of antipoke*!!!”
Some Monty Python videos later…
Kaz: (Staring bemusedly at a cake after suffering collision with it) “I can see a strand of my hair stuck there.”
Kaz: (sniggering) “We’re disgusting.”
2:00 p.m.
LD: “I need to drink water.”
LD: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Kaz reads.
Kaz: “That was unnecessary.”
03.02.2008
1: 10 p.m.
LD has been telling Ship all about Parabolas.
LD: “You’re swaying. And you’re hands are resting on your bum.”
Ship: “My bum is resting on my hands.”
LD: “Whahahahahaha! I need to quote this.”
Ship: “Write it down or you’ll forget.”
LD acts accordingly.
Thursday, 31 January 2008
Toilet Humour
LD happens to be a very disgusting person. Her classmates can also be gross. The conversation that you will now be forced to read (owing to the suspense and all those supreme literary devices that LD has built up so far) is with reference to a certain laboratory experiment conducted for the pursuit of higher knowledge. You have time enough to turn back and run for your propriety if you’re one who has good manners and believes in them. You have been warned. Here it comes ... brace yourself.
10:50 a.m.
VB: (very happy) My water has potty in it!
MMM: (about an allergic DM) She’s scratching herself all over!
VB: (to RD) You have potty in your body?
RD: Your pond has the best potty.
Class: (to LD) Your pond does not seem to have potty in it.
KP: (disgusted) Ei, chup! All of you talking about potty!
11:00 a.m.
LD: I have to post this. It’ll show the world how disgusting I am.
VB: Only you?
LD: No, we.
VB: We’re the potty people. Perfect potty people.
Ship’s reaction after LD read out the conversation to her was this.
10:50 a.m.
VB: (very happy) My water has potty in it!
MMM: (about an allergic DM) She’s scratching herself all over!
VB: (to RD) You have potty in your body?
RD: Your pond has the best potty.
Class: (to LD) Your pond does not seem to have potty in it.
KP: (disgusted) Ei, chup! All of you talking about potty!
11:00 a.m.
LD: I have to post this. It’ll show the world how disgusting I am.
VB: Only you?
LD: No, we.
VB: We’re the potty people. Perfect potty people.
Ship’s reaction after LD read out the conversation to her was this.
Ship: What crap, what potty!
xD
xD
Tuesday, 15 January 2008
What The Fart!
5:55 p.m.
LD: My dad hates it when I whistle. He thinks it is unladylike.
Ship: Can he whistle?
LD: No.
Ship and LD laugh.
Ship: I hate you.
LD: Why?
Ship: You can whistle.
LD: (solemnly) I know.
Ship: (petulantly) This is not fair! I want to be unladylike too!
*Laughterness on LD’s part*
6:00 p.m.
Ship: Sagittarian women are supposed to have huge appetites…
LD: Hey, Linda Goodman didn’t say anything about Leo women. I am always hungry. Ask people how I eat their Tiffin.
Ship: Maybe you’ll grow out of it.
LD: WHY? I don’t want to grow out of it!
Ship: That was also quotable.
LD: Whahahahaa.
Ship: (after a sudden revelation) We are calling each other women, man!
LD: I know! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*More laughterness*
6:05 p.m.
Ship: Oh crap!
LD: Why do people swear saying ‘crap’ but never swear saying ‘fart’?
Ship: AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Go quote that.
LD: No! Or wait, yeah! Whahahahaha.
LD: My dad hates it when I whistle. He thinks it is unladylike.
Ship: Can he whistle?
LD: No.
Ship and LD laugh.
Ship: I hate you.
LD: Why?
Ship: You can whistle.
LD: (solemnly) I know.
Ship: (petulantly) This is not fair! I want to be unladylike too!
*Laughterness on LD’s part*
6:00 p.m.
Ship: Sagittarian women are supposed to have huge appetites…
LD: Hey, Linda Goodman didn’t say anything about Leo women. I am always hungry. Ask people how I eat their Tiffin.
Ship: Maybe you’ll grow out of it.
LD: WHY? I don’t want to grow out of it!
Ship: That was also quotable.
LD: Whahahahaa.
Ship: (after a sudden revelation) We are calling each other women, man!
LD: I know! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*More laughterness*
6:05 p.m.
Ship: Oh crap!
LD: Why do people swear saying ‘crap’ but never swear saying ‘fart’?
Ship: AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Go quote that.
LD: No! Or wait, yeah! Whahahahaha.
Thursday, 29 November 2007
Perch
Date: 29.11.2007
Time: 5:30 p.m.
Having a bit of time on my hands these days, I’ve been indulging in haunting the terrace once again. I usually go upstairs in the late afternoon, with a book and some music, perch myself on the water tank (which has a remarkable view of the neighbourhood, by the way), and read, listen to music and take in my surroundings all at the same time. Today wasn’t very different as I flew to my favourite haunt at around four and sombrely seated myself in my usual place. However, a few things did occur that kept me rather amused.
While I was comfortably reading and looking up occasionally to observe an orange sun slowly turn red and then disappear in the horizon, I noticed an old gentleman pacing about his terrace, two buildings away. The expression on his face was worth a million words for he looked stunned beyond belief when he noticed a scatty-looking girl with an untidy pony-tail in a red T-shirt on the highest water-tank of the neighbourhood, sitting cross-legged and poring over a book. His eyes were crinkled in confusion and disbelief, his brows were tightly knitted and his mouth formed a round ‘O’. In fact, he kept blinking and glancing my way to convince himself that my presence there was not an illusion. I was highly tickled and had to control the urge to wave cheerily at him from my perch and shock him even more. Yes, I do make an attempt to be less rude to people. Sometimes, that is.
As I continued to sit there and read, with my music play-list behaving benevolently towards me, I spotted a pot-bellied gentleman on a westward terrace feeding seeds to a flock of white and grey pigeons. Other birds flew by solemnly and an orange-beaked playful ’un decided to play hide and seek among the jutting out pipes on my terrace and an old, forgotten antenna while chirping happily about its day. A crow dancing on the edge of the water-tank flew away looking rather affronted when I waved and spoke to it. I wonder why though, for I am usually well-liked by these birds.
The dim light filtering through the clouds grew weary of resisting the power of darkness and slowly ebbed away into myriad enigmatic shades of grey. A slight nip in the air made the approaching evening seem pleasant and welcoming. The sun had set by then and I had also finished the short story that I was reading. I therefore decided not to offer myself as a live sacrifice to the blood-thirsty mosquitoes out there and began my descent into the mortal plane.
My footsteps echoed in the desolate staircase and I slipped into agreeable reveries, untroubled by all that usually keeps me preoccupied and distressed.
End: 6:00 p.m.
Time: 5:30 p.m.
Having a bit of time on my hands these days, I’ve been indulging in haunting the terrace once again. I usually go upstairs in the late afternoon, with a book and some music, perch myself on the water tank (which has a remarkable view of the neighbourhood, by the way), and read, listen to music and take in my surroundings all at the same time. Today wasn’t very different as I flew to my favourite haunt at around four and sombrely seated myself in my usual place. However, a few things did occur that kept me rather amused.
While I was comfortably reading and looking up occasionally to observe an orange sun slowly turn red and then disappear in the horizon, I noticed an old gentleman pacing about his terrace, two buildings away. The expression on his face was worth a million words for he looked stunned beyond belief when he noticed a scatty-looking girl with an untidy pony-tail in a red T-shirt on the highest water-tank of the neighbourhood, sitting cross-legged and poring over a book. His eyes were crinkled in confusion and disbelief, his brows were tightly knitted and his mouth formed a round ‘O’. In fact, he kept blinking and glancing my way to convince himself that my presence there was not an illusion. I was highly tickled and had to control the urge to wave cheerily at him from my perch and shock him even more. Yes, I do make an attempt to be less rude to people. Sometimes, that is.
As I continued to sit there and read, with my music play-list behaving benevolently towards me, I spotted a pot-bellied gentleman on a westward terrace feeding seeds to a flock of white and grey pigeons. Other birds flew by solemnly and an orange-beaked playful ’un decided to play hide and seek among the jutting out pipes on my terrace and an old, forgotten antenna while chirping happily about its day. A crow dancing on the edge of the water-tank flew away looking rather affronted when I waved and spoke to it. I wonder why though, for I am usually well-liked by these birds.
The dim light filtering through the clouds grew weary of resisting the power of darkness and slowly ebbed away into myriad enigmatic shades of grey. A slight nip in the air made the approaching evening seem pleasant and welcoming. The sun had set by then and I had also finished the short story that I was reading. I therefore decided not to offer myself as a live sacrifice to the blood-thirsty mosquitoes out there and began my descent into the mortal plane.
My footsteps echoed in the desolate staircase and I slipped into agreeable reveries, untroubled by all that usually keeps me preoccupied and distressed.
End: 6:00 p.m.
Monday, 1 October 2007
Inane Insanity
Yes well more insanity prevaileth ...
11:25 a.m.
During a well-deserved brain-breather …
DM: Do you know why she’s (VB) gone out?
LD: Yeah. Loo. No. Er. “*insert-certain-nickname-here-which-I-cannot-put-in-for-reasons-of-anonymity*”.
DM nods.
LD: But why would she go in search of him? I thought she didn’t like him that way.
DM: Well, she just wants to go look.
LD: But why?
DM: Okay, look, if you hear a good song —
LD: But I won’t go “in search of that song”.
DM: But you would download it to your iPod. She can’t download him to her iPod…
LD: Oh. Erm. That was quotable.
DM: Well, when I’m talking to you I have to talk in a language you will understand since you’re so dumb you don’t understand normal talk.
1:07 p.m.
VB: She (LD) goes hyper in Maths class. I don’t want her to sit in the middle!
DM: I tolerated her all morning. I can’t anymore. She kept on talking during Physics.
VB: (frustrated) She keeps talking to me in Maths.
DM: She talks more to me.
VB: (exasperated) To me also!
Here VB attempts to shove LD away from her.
VB: Oh look! She just slid away!
LD struggles against VB.
DM: (pleading to the class at large) Somebody come sit next to us. Save us!
VB: (to LD) You torturer!
LD laughs maniacally. She becomes ‘hyper-loopy’. DM and VB try to ignore her, but fail miserably. And they don’t like failing miserably.
DM: You can’t quote what I say. I can take you to court.
LD ignores DM and quotes her just the same. DM and VB then have a pencil-box-shoving-competition.
DM: (pushing the pencil box towards VB) You!
VB: (pushing it towards DM) No! You!
DM: You!
LD: (stops the pencil-box mid-journey) NOT MY PENCIL BOX! (More gently) Not my Spider-man pencil box!
More insanity later…
LD laughs maniacally.
VB: Somebody take her to Ranchi!
LD: I don’t want to go to Ranchi!
VB: (melodramatically) NAHI!!!!!!!
There is more maniacal madness on LD’s part. An innocent bystander, er, by-sitter, er, classmate sitting in front of LD starts laughing after another burst of exceptionally crazy laughter on LD’s part.
VB: She’s high!
SA: (another classmate who is quite concerned) Did she have something at break?
VB and DM conspire to pack LD off to an asylum.
LD protests!
1:20 p.m.
LD, VB, DM and MMM (Miss Minnie/Midget Mouse, who is another classmate) are sitting in the canteen.
DM: (laughing, no, wait, er, smiling gleefully at VB’s ‘predicament’) You get her (LD).
VB tries to push LD away. LD slides away unwittingly. LD then moves back to her original place.
VB: (copying some notes) What was the date last Monday?
MMM: It’s the 1st today. So, one week…
LD: 21st.
VB: (annoyed) 24th!
LD: How do you add again?
MMM: You add?
LD: Erm.
1:30 p.m.
LD laughs in a strange, weird and demented manner.
LD: Heh heh heh! Ah ha ha ha! Tee haa haa haa! Whahahahahahaha! Bwahahahahaaha!
MMM: (sitting beside LD) WHAT did you have during break?
LD: Your sandwiches.
MMM: Lot’s of people had my sandwiches.
DM: (coming out of her LD-free reverie) What did you have when I was not looking?
MMM: She had nashpatis which no one had.
DM: Yes. I think it was the nashpatis.
LD: (coldly) I don’t remember pears being intoxicating.
After a while of pear-induced daydreaming …
MMM: (pointing at a random girl) That girl is such a kid!
LD: (in a very mature manner) Well, I also act like a kid.
MMM: No, I mean she acts like she’s five years old.
LD: Oh, you mean to say that I’m not five, I’m twelve. Yay!
MMM: You’re a tween.
LD is happy at not being thought of as a five-year-old. She decides to write everything down. MMM opens her mouth to say something.
LD: Wait! Quiet! No more talking till I finish writing. Oh. That was quotable.
MMM: That just made me realise that I was talking to be quoted down.
(LD must mention that she has been instructed to add that the above comment was sarcastic in nature, although she personally thinks that it was more wistful than sarcastic.)
1:40 p.m.
VB and DM break into peals of LD-ish laughter.
LD: Pepsi is making you high.
VB: (turning and facing LD) No. I just told her (DM), “You’re covering your hair with your face.”
LD bursts into laughter and her face gets covered by her hair.
DM: (smiling knowingly) I knew that would happen.
Oh well, we didn’t have the Mathematics class that day; something that is quite evident. :P
During a well-deserved brain-breather …
DM: Do you know why she’s (VB) gone out?
LD: Yeah. Loo. No. Er. “*insert-certain-nickname-here-which-I-cannot-put-in-for-reasons-of-anonymity*”.
DM nods.
LD: But why would she go in search of him? I thought she didn’t like him that way.
DM: Well, she just wants to go look.
LD: But why?
DM: Okay, look, if you hear a good song —
LD: But I won’t go “in search of that song”.
DM: But you would download it to your iPod. She can’t download him to her iPod…
LD: Oh. Erm. That was quotable.
DM: Well, when I’m talking to you I have to talk in a language you will understand since you’re so dumb you don’t understand normal talk.
1:07 p.m.
VB: She (LD) goes hyper in Maths class. I don’t want her to sit in the middle!
DM: I tolerated her all morning. I can’t anymore. She kept on talking during Physics.
VB: (frustrated) She keeps talking to me in Maths.
DM: She talks more to me.
VB: (exasperated) To me also!
Here VB attempts to shove LD away from her.
VB: Oh look! She just slid away!
LD struggles against VB.
DM: (pleading to the class at large) Somebody come sit next to us. Save us!
VB: (to LD) You torturer!
LD laughs maniacally. She becomes ‘hyper-loopy’. DM and VB try to ignore her, but fail miserably. And they don’t like failing miserably.
DM: You can’t quote what I say. I can take you to court.
LD ignores DM and quotes her just the same. DM and VB then have a pencil-box-shoving-competition.
DM: (pushing the pencil box towards VB) You!
VB: (pushing it towards DM) No! You!
DM: You!
LD: (stops the pencil-box mid-journey) NOT MY PENCIL BOX! (More gently) Not my Spider-man pencil box!
More insanity later…
LD laughs maniacally.
VB: Somebody take her to Ranchi!
LD: I don’t want to go to Ranchi!
VB: (melodramatically) NAHI!!!!!!!
There is more maniacal madness on LD’s part. An innocent bystander, er, by-sitter, er, classmate sitting in front of LD starts laughing after another burst of exceptionally crazy laughter on LD’s part.
VB: She’s high!
SA: (another classmate who is quite concerned) Did she have something at break?
VB and DM conspire to pack LD off to an asylum.
LD protests!
1:20 p.m.
LD, VB, DM and MMM (Miss Minnie/Midget Mouse, who is another classmate) are sitting in the canteen.
DM: (laughing, no, wait, er, smiling gleefully at VB’s ‘predicament’) You get her (LD).
VB tries to push LD away. LD slides away unwittingly. LD then moves back to her original place.
VB: (copying some notes) What was the date last Monday?
MMM: It’s the 1st today. So, one week…
LD: 21st.
VB: (annoyed) 24th!
LD: How do you add again?
MMM: You add?
LD: Erm.
1:30 p.m.
LD laughs in a strange, weird and demented manner.
LD: Heh heh heh! Ah ha ha ha! Tee haa haa haa! Whahahahahahaha! Bwahahahahaaha!
MMM: (sitting beside LD) WHAT did you have during break?
LD: Your sandwiches.
MMM: Lot’s of people had my sandwiches.
DM: (coming out of her LD-free reverie) What did you have when I was not looking?
MMM: She had nashpatis which no one had.
DM: Yes. I think it was the nashpatis.
LD: (coldly) I don’t remember pears being intoxicating.
After a while of pear-induced daydreaming …
MMM: (pointing at a random girl) That girl is such a kid!
LD: (in a very mature manner) Well, I also act like a kid.
MMM: No, I mean she acts like she’s five years old.
LD: Oh, you mean to say that I’m not five, I’m twelve. Yay!
MMM: You’re a tween.
LD is happy at not being thought of as a five-year-old. She decides to write everything down. MMM opens her mouth to say something.
LD: Wait! Quiet! No more talking till I finish writing. Oh. That was quotable.
MMM: That just made me realise that I was talking to be quoted down.
(LD must mention that she has been instructed to add that the above comment was sarcastic in nature, although she personally thinks that it was more wistful than sarcastic.)
1:40 p.m.
VB and DM break into peals of LD-ish laughter.
LD: Pepsi is making you high.
VB: (turning and facing LD) No. I just told her (DM), “You’re covering your hair with your face.”
LD bursts into laughter and her face gets covered by her hair.
DM: (smiling knowingly) I knew that would happen.
Oh well, we didn’t have the Mathematics class that day; something that is quite evident. :P
Tuesday, 21 August 2007
At The Zoo
1:30 p.m.
DM: (while certain rowdy raucous specimens are playing with VB’s and her hair-thingys) “We are not chicks! What are you people — cocks?”
There is inane raucous laughter from all around.
1:55 p.m.
DM: (to LD) “I finally realised how you speak! You speak like you’ve got chewing gum stuck to your teeth.”
LD: (mutters) “Right …”
DM: “I’m not saying it’s bad … and *insert DM’s parody/imitation of LD’s manner of speaking here* and it’s cute, but yes …”
LD: “…”
LD stares blankly with one eyebrow raised.
2:50 p.m.
Professor: (while explaining a certain part of the lecture-thingy) “If one of these RNA primers fall off we may no longer be humans but donkeys …”
LD starts laughing like a donkey. VB and DM look away. LD scribbles into the note-book in which she has been jotting down bits and pieces of all the conversation that she has heard during the afternoon. LD then shows VB the note-book.
VB: (after reading it) “I read it. You’re crazy.”
DM: “You’re weird.”
VB: “Both of us … (she sees LD scribbling some more) OOF!”
VB blinks. Twice.
LD: (thinking) “That coffee is actually working!”
3:00 p.m.
Professor: “When did we start?”
Class: (in monosyllables) “1:50”
Professor: “And how long do we go on?”
Class: (in a dull and monotonous manner) “3:40”
Professor: “Then I will give you a break.”
And she leaves. (For a short while). Cheers erupt, albeit muted ones.
LD: (mentally) “YAYNESS!”
3:10 p.m.
LD: (to VB) “I like your initials.”
VB: (sharply) “I don’t. Imagine a Bengali saying it — Bhee Bhee!”
LD snorts most ungraciously and breaks into a laughing fit, scribbling all the while.
VB: “And you’re going to write that down. I’m not going to speak to you.”
3:20 p.m.
The professor is discussing palindromic DNA sequences. There is palpable excitement in the air.
Somebody from the class: (jumping up) “MALAYALAM! MALAYALAM!”
DM blinks repeatedly. VB blinks too. DM, VB and LD smile foolishly at each other. LD looks about sneakily.
VB: (catching LD’s eye) “You can’t write that.”
LD: “Oh no?”
LD starts writing promptly. VB stares at the screen. LD shows what she has written to VB. VB shakes her head. LD’s eyes twinkle mischievously.
VB: (exasperatedly) “Shakes head?”
LD nods. LD writes.
VB: “…”
LD chuckles.
3:28 p.m.
LD looks at the note-book.
LD: “This is fun!”
DM: “You’ve become quote crazy today.”
LD: “Quote crazy?”
DM: “Quote crazy. And you can quote that.”
3:35 p.m.
LD finally reads what’s on the screen.
LD: (snorting) “Hoogsteen pairing! Ahahahahahahahaha!”
VB: (bemused) “You just read it? She’s been saying it all along.”
LD keeps on sniggering stupidly.
3:40 p.m.
The class ends. DM, VB and LD are the first three to run out. LD is still snickering at the silly sounding name she read.
VB: “…”
DM: “…”
LD keeps laughing hysterically. DM and VB shake their heads in exasperation and walk on.
PS: Yes. I was bored. And I think that writer’s block sucks. So, I have been seeking inspiration elsewhere. Still, it was rather amusing! :P
DM: (while certain rowdy raucous specimens are playing with VB’s and her hair-thingys) “We are not chicks! What are you people — cocks?”
There is inane raucous laughter from all around.
1:55 p.m.
DM: (to LD) “I finally realised how you speak! You speak like you’ve got chewing gum stuck to your teeth.”
LD: (mutters) “Right …”
DM: “I’m not saying it’s bad … and *insert DM’s parody/imitation of LD’s manner of speaking here* and it’s cute, but yes …”
LD: “…”
LD stares blankly with one eyebrow raised.
2:50 p.m.
Professor: (while explaining a certain part of the lecture-thingy) “If one of these RNA primers fall off we may no longer be humans but donkeys …”
LD starts laughing like a donkey. VB and DM look away. LD scribbles into the note-book in which she has been jotting down bits and pieces of all the conversation that she has heard during the afternoon. LD then shows VB the note-book.
VB: (after reading it) “I read it. You’re crazy.”
DM: “You’re weird.”
VB: “Both of us … (she sees LD scribbling some more) OOF!”
VB blinks. Twice.
LD: (thinking) “That coffee is actually working!”
3:00 p.m.
Professor: “When did we start?”
Class: (in monosyllables) “1:50”
Professor: “And how long do we go on?”
Class: (in a dull and monotonous manner) “3:40”
Professor: “Then I will give you a break.”
And she leaves. (For a short while). Cheers erupt, albeit muted ones.
LD: (mentally) “YAYNESS!”
3:10 p.m.
LD: (to VB) “I like your initials.”
VB: (sharply) “I don’t. Imagine a Bengali saying it — Bhee Bhee!”
LD snorts most ungraciously and breaks into a laughing fit, scribbling all the while.
VB: “And you’re going to write that down. I’m not going to speak to you.”
3:20 p.m.
The professor is discussing palindromic DNA sequences. There is palpable excitement in the air.
Somebody from the class: (jumping up) “MALAYALAM! MALAYALAM!”
DM blinks repeatedly. VB blinks too. DM, VB and LD smile foolishly at each other. LD looks about sneakily.
VB: (catching LD’s eye) “You can’t write that.”
LD: “Oh no?”
LD starts writing promptly. VB stares at the screen. LD shows what she has written to VB. VB shakes her head. LD’s eyes twinkle mischievously.
VB: (exasperatedly) “Shakes head?”
LD nods. LD writes.
VB: “…”
LD chuckles.
3:28 p.m.
LD looks at the note-book.
LD: “This is fun!”
DM: “You’ve become quote crazy today.”
LD: “Quote crazy?”
DM: “Quote crazy. And you can quote that.”
3:35 p.m.
LD finally reads what’s on the screen.
LD: (snorting) “Hoogsteen pairing! Ahahahahahahahaha!”
VB: (bemused) “You just read it? She’s been saying it all along.”
LD keeps on sniggering stupidly.
3:40 p.m.
The class ends. DM, VB and LD are the first three to run out. LD is still snickering at the silly sounding name she read.
VB: “…”
DM: “…”
LD keeps laughing hysterically. DM and VB shake their heads in exasperation and walk on.
PS: Yes. I was bored. And I think that writer’s block sucks. So, I have been seeking inspiration elsewhere. Still, it was rather amusing! :P
Tuesday, 12 June 2007
MUWAHAHAHAHA
You most resemble Marlon Brando You are very smart, and very talented, although you don’t really enjoy social company. You prefer to live alone, go to movies alone, cry alone in the corner... Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com |
Heh heh heh heh.
| You Are 84% Creative |
 You are an incredibly creative person. For you, there are no bounds or limits to your creativity. Your next creation could be something very great... Or at least very cool! |
Yay! I'm happy now.
| Your IQ Is 140 |
 Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Genius |
Hah! Rubbish!
| You Are 89% Borderline |
 It seems like you have borderline personality disorder. Seriously consider seeking help, even if you think you don't need it. |
Help? Don't make me laugh! MUWAHAHAHA! Pft!
| Your Learning Style: Personal and Passionate |
 You are very flexible and curious about the world. Human understanding is very important to you. You Should Study: Anthropology Architecture Art Art history Art therapy Classics Counseling Foreign Languages and Literature International Studies Linguistics Literature Psychology Sociology Teaching |
Hmmm. I like some of the ideas actually.
| You Are a Night Person |
 For you, there's nothing worse than having to get up and moving early. In fact, you probably don't hit your peak until well after the sun has set. So if your struggling to make it on a normal schedule, realize it's not your fault. You just weren't meant to do anything during the day! |
I knew it! Thank you! Now I need to show this evidence to my mother.
| Your Blog Should Be Purple |
 You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey. You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say. |
True. I am distant, but that's because it is my blog. Duh. Purple? Hah. I still prefer a black blog.
| You Are 4: The Individualist |
 You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself. You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable. You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt. Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel. At Your Best: You are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you're thinking, and you can communicate it well. At Your Worst: You are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn. Your Fixation: Envy Your Primary Fear: To have no identity Your Primary Desire: To find yourself Other Number 4's: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice. |
Apt assesment.
| You are 80% Leo |
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Roar!
| You Have a Melancholic Temperament |
 Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything. You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life. You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you. Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace. You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life. Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times. At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you. You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others. You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult. |
Le sigh
| You Have Your Sarcastic Moments |
 While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge. In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead! And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in. Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious. |
You think???
| Your Element Is Fire |
 Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame. You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out. You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable. You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go. Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive. Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many. |
Burn baby, burn! MUWAHAHAHA!
| You Are a Good Friend Because You're Supportive |
 You are almost like a life coach for your best friends. You give them help when they need it... but you also know when to give them a push. People tend to rely on you for moral support and advice. You've probably always been mature for your age, so this is a role that's you're comfortable with. A friend like you is one of the rarest kinds. You are both a good mentor and companion. Your friends need you most when: They are confused or worried You really can't be friends with: Someone who only wants to complain Your friendship quote: "The only way to have a friend is to be one." |
Hmm. The only thing I'm certain of is that I don't like people who only like to complain and would go to no end to beg for attention.
| Your Career Type: Artistic |
 You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary. |
Comedian, huh? Heh heh. Yeah, I would hate boring old routine jobs.
| Your Vocabulary Score: A+ |
 Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary! You must be quite an erudite person. |
Yayness! (Although that response might have made the test-makers rethink my score).
| Your Hidden Talent |
 You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations. You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts. Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition. The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary. |
Ok?
| Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence |
 Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes. You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time. You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it. Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds. You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer. |
Oh this makes me so happy! :D
| You Are 96% Bipolar |
 You have some serious ups and downs, maybe to the point of endangering your own life. Consult a doctor to see if you may truly have bipolar disorder. |
H A H A H A H A! What a joke.
| Your Famous Last Words Will Be: |
 "Goodbye. I am leaving because I am bored." |
Goodness! How hilarious! But that is a lot like me, heh.
| Your Theme Song is Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd |
 "There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship�s smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves." You haven't been feeling a lot lately, and you think that's a good thing. The comfortable part is nice... but you should really work on numb. |
Ah ... very true.
| You Are 92% Tortured Genius |
 You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood. Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island. |
Ha ha. Seriously?
| People Envy Your Ingenuity |
 You're a person with unique ideas, big plans, and a zany outlook on life. Many people look to you for inspiration. People envy your creativity and "who cares?" attitude. They feel very ordinary next to you - and they usually are! |
I see. But why? Why envy? There's plenty of place for everyone!
Monday, 4 June 2007
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
| You Are a Drama Queen (or King) |
 And while you're friends may find you entertaining at times...Everyone's secretly hoping that you'll just chill a little.(But they'd never tell you - they fear your wrath!) |
True true true!!! O truth so true that no other truth seems as true....
Er, you get the point, don't you? *Rolls eyes* *Raises eyebrow* *Wiggles eyebrows*
Oh, forget it!
| You Are 98% Non Conformist |
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Woo woo! I know, I know! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
| You Are 76% Manic |
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Me? Evil? Bleh. Blurgh. Gnorlarf! Hmph.
| Your Mind is 67% Cluttered |
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For your information, I have very er, important things on my mind!!! It is NOT a bunch of crap! Hmph.
| You Should Be an Actor |
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Acting? Music? Writing? Drawing?
I'm so confused!!!
| You Should Be a Film Writer |
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Sounds cool!
| You Are a Centaur |
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Oooh! Interesting...
| Your Brain's Pattern |
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Really?
| You Are 10 Years Old |
 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
Gurgles. Wheee!
| You Have A Type A Personality |
| You are hyper, energetic, and always on the moodYou tend to succeed at everything you attemptAnd if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top! You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for funAs long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interestedYou have the perfect personality for business and atheltic success |
O_o That is dangerous!
| Your Personality Profile |
 For you, comfort and calm are very important.You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong. |
Is that so?
| Your Personality Is |
You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals. You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings. You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships. In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily. At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone. As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style. On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours. |
?
| Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP) |
 Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all menYou are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving. |
No wonder I always feel lonely...
| You Are an Emo Rocker! |
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Oh yeah!
Well, I've just been stupid enough to bare my soul completely. Have fun coming up which shrewd and wicked ways of manipulating me.
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