Here I am, This is Me

Melting Pot... Not my cup of fondue

2010-11-26T21:55:00.002Z

The Melting Pot.

Every month anniversary, my husband and I go have a nice dinner at some new place. So last month we decided to go to this new fondue place we heard of at a Naperville wine festival.

As we entered, I was quite impressed with the smoky chocolate fragrance, romantic ambiance, the crowd and the extensive wine list they carried.

After being seated in our booth our waiter, Matt, helped us pick our starters and we waited in expectant delight. Neither of us had had fondue other than for snacks and desserts and did not really know what to expect in a fondue meal.
First course, starters went really well, cheese fondue with veggies, fruits and assorted bread were delicious. This really raised our expectations for the main meal and we ordered an assortment of meat and sea food. As for the seasoned oils, we decided to let out waiter pick us a good choice.

Now if you haven't tried fondue before, here is the basic idea. If you are having cheese fondue, you are given things like asparagus or carrots or apples and a pot of your choice of cheese which is placed on the special fondue burner on the table. All you have to do is, spear the veggie of your choice with the fondue fork and dip it in the cheese, wait till it is covered in cheese and eat it! The chocolate fondue is a more popular option where you dip things like rice crispies or marshmallows into molten chocolate. These are the only fondues I've tried and have never seen a main course fondue.

So when they placed raw bits of meat in front of us and oils in the fondue pot and a variety of sauces to dip into, I was a bit nervous. The meat literally had blood oozing out from it!!! I am quite squeamish about eating meat in the first place, and was not at all a fan of the thing sitting in front of me which probably thirty minutes back was walking on four legs!!

Shutting my mental processing off and hoping for the best, I dipped a piece of meat into the boiling oil and turned it around for the required ten minutes.
When I took it out, it was more of the edible meat colour, but the consistency wasn't appealing at all!
Fondue I had come to eat, and fondue I did eat. This is the part where I should tell- Lo behold! It was nice, not at all how you expect it to taste. But I will not, mainly because it felt like cow not like beef!! it was utterly gross and I think it even moved in my mouth!!! since I was hungry and did not have any other option eat my cow I did! I put all of the meat in there for double the time they asked you to and covered it in so much sauce that no one would have known it to be meat! That was the only way I could force it down. My husband, more used to high dining and found of fine rare meat, just could not understand my predicament and kept asking me to chew it better to 'enjoy' the meat!

Stumbling and crawling through the main course, it was a relief to finally get to the dessert fondue part “The perfect balance of Godiva White Chocolate, Stoli Vanil Vodka, Crème de Cacao, and Ice Cream topped with chocolate shavings to give you peace of mind” which was rather delicious, maybe even the best dessert I have had. But anything would have been nice after raw meat!
After all the high expectations and hopes of a good meal on our month anniversary, I ended up cooking and had to eat food that made me miss my cooking, and that is saying something!

P.S. I Love you

2010-04-13T12:52:00.002+01:00

Every time I watch this perfect classic, I'm spell bound! I weep bucket loads and smile like the rainbow!
Its hard to say what really moves me most about this masterpiece. There are so many things in book and the movie that just tug at my heart...

When I see the beauty of Ireland I'm taken back to Scotland, my favourite place in the whole wide world (God, how I miss Scotland!). The karaoke sequence reminds me of those wonderful college days in Edinburgh filled with cavernous pubs, cheap beers and nights of endless partying... The glory of Scotland is hard to describe if you haven't lived there. It is the second love of my life. Scotland, its just so painfully beautiful, warm (not literally of course!) welcoming, and serene, its like being hugged by your grandmother.

Or maybe, it's just the whole theme of the book, losing a loved one and having to move on. Makes me always wonder, how, if at all, I'd cope. Being the morbid person I am, and Great Expectations being one my favourite books, I have often thought of coping with grief by just turning into another Miss Havisham. But as Sharon, very wisely points out in the book, prolonged grief is a luxury reserved for people who have trust funds and who are clever enough to save! I do at times wish, if I had to cope with the grief of losing the one I love, to have letters to pull me through. But I also know, one look at the letter and I'll fall to pieces. The story never fails me to cherish those everyday things I usually take for granted but would miss, if they ever stopped!

The story portrays friendship in such a wonderful way, its hard not to think of all my lovely friends, far far away. The solidarity, the comfort and strong love they show for each other makes it impossible not to miss your best friends. They are there for each other- for a shoulder to cry on, for a hug, or even a sharp wake up slap! Wouldn't it be glorious to have all your well valued friends by your side, all your life? Sometimes when things get tough and I want a friend to just wail to or am so happy just want to hop up and down, I do wish I could close my eyes and be taken to them!

I mentioned earlier too, this story just pulls at all the right cords within me- I feel exhilarated, saddened, peaceful, empowered and loved.

I'm some one who usually hates movie adaptations of books I've read and liked. They just shrink the beautiful story in to two hours leaving all the juicy details out and leave you to chew on some dry pulp! Also, when I read a book and it plays like a movie in my head, I see it much better, I see it just like how I want it, places, people clothes, expressions, the tone they speak ... But you can never get it in a movie, they can't make a movie to please every one! But this is one movie that is not too different from how I saw it and how they made it. There are obvious differences and places you wish they hadn't left something out. But with such a well written, well shot and perfectly acted book and a movie, its hard to dislike it. Having Jefferey Dean Morgan AND Gerad Butler doesn't hurt either ;-)

My dream is to fly, over the rainbow so high...... NOT!

2009-12-16T15:28:00.005Z

I hate flying.

Now, I know most of you think this means the same as I’m scared of flying. Let me assure I’m not in the least scared of flying. While there are a zillion things that can go wrong on a flight, I’m pretty sure, if it were to happen to me it could happen on the ground too. I could just be driving my car and I could crash. A mad suicide bomber could attack the mall I’m in, doest have to be a flight! I could be trekking and fall down the mountain, be broken or dead. None of the major risks associated with flying are exclusive to flying so my hate doesn’t stem from any of those concerns.

In fact, more that the flight per se, it’s the whole process that makes me want to pull my hair out. Beginning with

Packing- something I hate as much as flying. My idea of packing is to pile up all that I need, put it in a large bin bag and move (feel free to point and laugh). Apparently, that’s not the case for most people!

Idea of going- just the thought of being somewhere else other than the comfort of my room and other familiar things gives me a panic attack, even if I’m going to my parents place. And, just when I’m settling down there, I have to PACK up and do the whole flying thing all over again.

Airport security- After taking time to dress up to go the airport, when u get there, they make you strip your shoes, belts, pockets (including that tiny piece of gum foil wrapping I never knew was in there!). And then they make you empty the carryon bag you have so carefully (or not) packed to fit in everything you need, making sure nothing can break. And the end of it, do they even offer to help?! Manner less monsters in blue! After they have frisked you and laughed over with their colleagues behind that stupid X-ray machine at your luggage, you are once again left to deal with the delightful job of packing.

Waiting- one of the side effects of being my dad’s daughter is that, I have a compulsion to get to the airport at least two hours before the time they ask you to be there (If you think that’s bad, try travelling with my dad!) which means at least 2-3 hours of wait, depending on how smoothly the airport security went. Another thing I’ve been scared off to do by a few friends of mine is to listen to my iPod or read or sleep while waiting for the flight. They have told me enough horror stories about people missing their flights as they did not hear the announcements stating the change of their boarding gate. This leaves me with nothing to do for a whole 120 minutes but listen to every damn sound that comes over the PA!

And now for the best part-

The flight- if you are unlucky enough to find a seat next to a baby, I needn’t explain more. But say you are lucky enough to land a seat otherwise; there is still the cell like windows, the cramped leg space to make you miserable. Though I ALWAYS carry my iPod and lots of interesting books to read on the flight, I can never somehow make use of either! Never being a fan of the teeny tiny TV they provide, I resort to looking at vast blank expanses of white clouds wondering- ‘am I there yet?’

Though you are most likely to find me sitting near an emergency exit on a flight, I’m there just for the leg room. I’m not deluded enough to believe that there is any possibility of me surviving a plane crash. Ill either be scared numb to move a muscle or too frantic to make a coherent useful thought, if the plane is about to crash. I just simply like my legs to have some space!

Arrival- the second I step off the plan, I start my long winded prayer to God for

Getting me here finally and

More importantly to have mercy and let me find my entire luggage.

If I’m going home there is always the joy of seeing my parents wait for at the terminal- that is until my mom tells me I have put on weight or how my carefully chosen top is all wrong for me!

Bon Voyage!

A TAGGY POST.

2008-12-04T08:56:00.004Z

been thinking of doing this for a while! I was tagged by Reni!!

Aw crap, your iPod’s jammed on one song! And you won’t be able to get it fixed for a week! What song do you hope to christ it’s stuck on?

When you say nothing at all- Keith Whitley

You learn that your new cable package has the Anytime Movie Channel! Which movie do you immediately flick to?

City of Angels- the ultimate romantic movie!

You walk in the front door and smell dinner cooking! What makes you go, “Oooh, I like that!”?

Ooooh! My mom's special Sandwich!!!

What’s your favourite season?

Winter...with santa coming, days with hot chocolate, snow out of the window and comfort of the duvet, I can't imagine a better paradise!

What’s your favourite word?

Am i supposed to have one??

And your least favourite?

F word! never understood why its a swear!

If you could be anything in the world when you grow up, what would you be?

Ideally one of those people who travel all over the world n get paid to do that n talk on TV about it!

What’s your pet peeve? C’mon, you can tell us! What makes you go, “ARGH!!!!”?

People who go into a 10 items or less line with a fully loaded grocery cart.

And finally… Which celeb makes you go all fluttery and swoony whenever you see a picture of them?

Ohh lots! Patrick Dempsey, Matthew Mcconaughey, Jack hughman and Hritik Roshan

Tagged Again!

2008-09-06T00:34:00.009+01:00

Okay.....so here's another tagged post and this tag seems easier to do than the MP3 tag, so here goes!

1. Last movie you saw in a theater?
88 Minutes (Al Pacino)

2. What book are you reading?
Prodigal Daughter- Jeffrey Archer

3. Favorite board game?
SCRABBLE!! No doubt!

4. Favorite magazine?
Readers Digest and Inside Out

5. Favorite smells?
Cocoa Powder, Coffee, Chloe Rose Perfume, Smell of earth when it rains, Salty Tangy Sea smell

6. Favorite sounds?
Sound of wind in the trees, Bagpipes, Shuttle cocks hitting the racket, rustle of fabrics like silk, chiffon… (in that order)

7. Worst feeling in the world?
Being really close to winning/getting something and then losing!

8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
What!! Morning already?!

9. Favorite fast food place?
Zip Zap Zone, City of Joy, Bombay

10. Future child's name?
I’m gona have 3 girls- Meredith, Estella and Nicole, the last two being twins

11. Finish this statement. "If I had lot of money I'd....?"
Open a boutique and own chateau in Paris and a Summer house in Ooty

12. Do you drive fast?
Does cycling fast count?

13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
2 actually, Mr Renie Snot and Echoes

14. Storms - cool or scary?
Real cool!!! Full sensory entertainment!

15. What was your first car?
Does my dad’s car count?

16. Favorite drink?

Star bucks Hazel nut hot chocolate, Springbox

17. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would...."?
Travel all over the world, every nook and corner, read more and learn more artistic stuff

18. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
Ew! No I keep away from broccoli as a whole

19. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?
Violet with black streaks

20. Name all the different cities/towns you've lived in?
Counting at least a year or longer, Bombay, Cochin, Edinburgh, Trichur, Vashi

21. Favorite sports to watch?
Umm….. NONE!

22. What's under your bed?
You mean other than the bogey man, Elves and Spiders?

I haven’t had the courage to check yet!

23. Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Yeah!! Definitely (maybe not with the same amount of fat)

24. Morning person, or night owl?
Night, no doubt, few are the days when I sleep before 2am!

25. Over easy, or sunny side up?
Sunny side up, but I prefer not to eat them at all

26. Favorite place to relax?
Right now, Blackford pond. It has a tendency to keep changing.

27. Favorite pie?
Apple Pie without raisins.

28. Favorite ice cream flavor?
Cookie Dough, Haggen Daz

The Anthem

2008-06-30T01:42:00.006+01:00

Saw this idea on a friend’s bro’s blog (who in turn got the idea from some one else) and since I’ve nothing better to do here it goes.

“You put your mp3 player on random shuffle mode, ask a question and let the player answer by what song it plays next. And since there's nothing more lazier than getting your mp3 player to give your interview, I am game:”

"If someone says 'Is this okay?', you say?"
Promiscuous- Nelly Furtado
Next question please!

"What would best describe your personality?"
Everything- Lifehouse
Whoa!!!!

"What do you like in a guy/girl?"
Money, Money, Money- Abba
NO COMMENTS!!!

"How do you feel today?"
Achy Breaky Heart- Billy Ray Cyrus
Glad to know I have one! Heart that is

"What is your life's purpose?"
Stayin' Alive- BeeGees
Ha Ha

"What is your motto?"
Cherish- Madonna

"What do your friends think of you?"
Some Guys Have All The Luck- Maxi Priest
:D

"What do you think of your parents?"
You are my Sunshine- Anne Murray

Aw!!! Isn’t that chweet!! Mom, Chach, you listening??

"What do you think about very often?"
Taking Chances- Celine Dion
As if!

"What is 2+2?"
Mombo Number Five- Lou Bega
Hold on, let me get my calculator..

"What do you think of your best friend?"
I Kissed A Girl- Katy Perry
Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!

"What do you think of the person you like?"
Beautiful Disaster- Kelly Clarkson
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

"What is your life story?"
Let me think about it- Ida Corr
(…still thinking…)

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Fool Again- Westlife
OMG!! ive gotto go get some new goals and priorities!

"What do you think when you see the person you like?"
Disconnected- Lindsay Lohan
Tee hee hee

"What do your parents think of you?"
If i never see your face again- Maroon ft. Rihanna
What did I do??

"What will you dance to at your wedding?"
Destination Unknown- Alex Gaudino
Right! As if I am not already freaked out enough!

"What will they play at your funeral?"
When you say nothing at all- Ronan Keating
Probably that’ll be the only time any one will ever hear me saying nothing at all!

"What is your hobby/interest?"
Up To No Good- O'Connor
Who me???

"What is your biggest secret?"
Me& U- Cassie
;-)

"What do you think of your friends?"
Ain't That A Kick In The Head - Dean Martin
Sure is!! :D

"What should you post this as?"
The Anthem- Pitbull ft. Lil Jon

Right!

"Questions over already? I was just starting to have fun. Oh crap. PS: if you like this tag, run with it people"

if you found this interesting check out other interesting results

Brat- Why does it always rain on me

Loads of Rhyme and dash of Reason- The shuffled Music interview

Freshly Squeezed- Musical Musings

Dead End- Crashing and Listening to songs

In a passionate moment of weakness…

2008-06-29T23:51:00.004+01:00

It all started with me going on a diet (thanks to the relentless ragging by my friends).

According to the new plan, I decided not to buy any junk especially of the chocolate variety. Basic logic- if I don’t have any junk I can’t hog! Simple, ain’t it! Well as it turned out it had a small flaw.

I had laid off chocolate for a really unhealthy period of time when suddenly this one Saturday I had an enormous craving for chocolate. I can afford it, once in a while, I reasoned and decided to get some Bloomsbury’s bearable chocolate on my way back home and walked all the way to compensate for it. This being life and life never being perfect I was delayed and got near Sainsbury’s at around 7.45pm. A wee problem with otherwise perfect Edinburgh is that all the bloody shops close at 8pm on week ends. So I knew by the time I got there; it would be closed up for good.

No issues I thought, I’ll go to the Avenue store about 8 blocks away from Sainsbury’s. So I walked away to avenue store and about a block away from the store I started rummaging in my purse for my card to draw out some money. That’s when I realized I had all the freaking cards with me (Id card, Uni card, NI card, Nectar card….) except my debit and credit cards!! Turned on the spot and walked all the way home; got the card and pretty much ran all the way back to store. Finally when I got there, it was closed!! (I have a sneaky suspicion that the world is conspiring against me!)

Instead of giving up like the ‘signs’ were telling me to, I walked further down to an Indian shop. I avoid that place generally as the guy there has over priced everything in the shop. After all that walk I was soo desperate for chocolates that I ended up buying a whole tiramisu and cheese cake. Now I’m sitting here having finished both in one go and repeating my mantra ‘find cake, eat cake, repeat and repent’.

Somebody just shoot me!

(btw I have a sneaky feeling this isn’t exactly what you were expecting to read when you began reading...)

Top 10 reasons why my life is pathetic-

2008-06-16T02:12:00.011+01:00

10. Noah Wyle is still happily married to his wife and hasn't come running behind me realizing his true love for me; neither has any one from Westlife

9. To quote "Is it like I have a beacon that only dogs and men with severe emotional problems can hear? "

8. All my friends think in Intellectually handicapped and the few who did not think so seem to have disappeared form the face of earth!

7. I cant find my diary!!!!! I so hope it hasn't gotten into any wrong hands!

6. I sat home an entire week end without even going out for shopping!

5. Desperately wana party but no job and hence completely broke and hence don't see any party in the near future

4. Been watching about 3 movies a day- proof of how socially challenged I've become

3. Its been officially declared that I'm emotionally handicapped

2. My tooth hurts soo bad that I could really go punch some one into pulp which apparently only guys are allowed to since ladies are supposed to be nothing but ornamental

and the number one reason?

1. I've gained back all the weight I had lost and looks like my progress into the horizontal territory is going to go on for a while!

Hmm... makes me wonder if Bridget Jones died and I some how ended up with her destiny. Aw! who am I kidding! I've always been the Bridget Jones of my world!

2008-05-13T11:09:00.006+01:00

I’m in Love…. Again!

2008-05-07T14:02:00.006+01:00

Oh yeah I am soo in love! The world has turned wonderful again! The skies are blue and fields are green, and I am Flying Without Wings. My Love is coming here!!!! And the feeling is just Amazing. I have been soo excited since I heard the news! There is going to be Seasons in the Sun again.

My first and last love, someone I have been in love with Against All Odds and I plan to create a World of Our Own the Moment my love gets here!

Wondering who my love is? Wondering who Colours My World ?
Who puts a Smile on my face and think about When I Fall in Love? Who makes me fly On the Wings of Love when I am All out of Love ?

Isn’t it Obvious? Its WESTLIFE!!!!!!!
Yeah they are coming here! Even though there is No Place That Far and Love Can Build a Bridge there is nothing more exciting than having them come Home!
They are the absolute best ever!!!
I Have a Dream now. I want to go to their concert! I don’t want to miss the chance. What if they finally notice me this time and fall in love with me at the first sight and serenade me to When You're Looking Like That ?

After all Dreams Come True, you know!

Where did all the money go???!!!

2008-04-03T19:57:00.007+01:00

Do you know how UK makes money? I’ll tell you how! The 2 basic things they do are
1. Make junk food cheaper than fruits and other healthy snacks by a great margin
2. Put skinny looking girls in the TV making girls wanting to be like them, and boys assuming all girls are like that! (Imagine Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Eva Longoria, Ashley Tisdel and the like- stop drooling over your keyboards guys!)
Now, if you want to eat cookies, cheese cakes, ice creams or gateau (again stop drooling!!!) AND look like those anorexic super human females in the TV, then the inevitable path is working out. If you want to work out, you need to join the gym- there goes your first few pounds.

If you want to work out u need a track suit and there goes the next few, well not few, a lot I’d say. Have you ever seen a female go to a store to get a track suit and stop there? Well, you can’t help buying that beautiful white top that is one size small, you rationalise you’ll fit into it after all the work out! And those sleek black trousers to go with the top.

Next stop shoe store. You can’t help being mesmerised by those super cool designer shoes on discount when getting your work out shoes. What the heck! I have already spent so much, a few more pounds won’t make any difference, and anyways I’ll need some thing to flaunt my great legs in after all the exercise!

So even though you believe you are saving money buy the cheaper option i.e. junk food, well this is what happens! (mom, dad if you are reading this, this is a hypothetical scenario, not in any way related to me!)

LOVE CHANGES YOUR LIFE….in more ways than you can imagine!

2008-03-30T19:43:00.005+01:00

It all started with my friend and neighbour falling in love with this guy who stays in Kings Buildings (KB), which is about 2.5kms away from our place Blackwood Crescent (BC). After the 1st one month of staying over at each others place alternatively, they began fighting over how they never get to be in their actual homes, so my dear darling friend decided to move into KB with him. Now, my life changed cause,

1. I am an indecisive, dependent imbecile who cannot say no
2. Most of my friends are in KB

So after one week on standing my own ground, now I write this post from my new room in KB.
From my BC bedroom window I could see 3 beautiful gardens, one with a beautiful large tree, people and children playing in the garden, reading, barbequing… but what the heck!! now I see a three floored car park from my KB window, talk about progress!

I used to get hot water in my BC bath 24/7, now I have to boost the heater and wait for 90 minutes before I can take hot shower! But wait, I got a tub here instead of a plain shower like in BC, oooh I am so happy…NOT!

My kitchen at BC was immaculately clean. Every singe day; even after my flat mates’ beer parties. But I need not miss that cuz my kitchen in KB is larger got a separate dinning room and sitting which I cant use as my new flat mates are, to use a euphemism, dirty pigs and leave the whole place stinking dirty. I saw a pot in the sink yesterday night which had fungi growing out of it!! Silver lining? My new flat mates are quite sweet girls who don’t host beer parties every Friday. Am I lucky or what!

I could not play music too loud in BC as my flat mates did not like being disturbed when they were studying, but now I can play music as loud as I want as it is always drowned by music from other rooms.

My work place used to be less than 100 steps from BC (yes I counted), now I have to walk 2.7 kms to work place every morning and evening. Good thing? I don’t have to go to the gym I joined for 10 pounds!

So I am sitting here right now, waiting for my water to get heated up, trying to find courage to enter the kitchen n cook something before that fungi takes over that stink!

Study week-

2008-02-20T18:10:00.006Z

Feb 20, day 3.
Accomplishments so far-
1.Discovered George square is open to public again n took full advantage of it
2.“ I can polish of a large pizza in a day
3.Found my diary I had lost some time during Christmas
4.Drew 3 more pin up cartoons for my wall
5.Night lamp gives more light when placed facing the ceiling (thx to Tulika)
6.Can survive on pizzas and bourbons alone, this there by helps me to avoid kitchen where I’d otherwise have to see (and there by feel guilty) my flatmates studying in a frenzy
7.Nail polish remover can remove permanent marker ink (not so permanent huh! Too bad Rachel dint know this when Ross doodled on her face)
8.Loud music keeps you more awake than coffee/red bull/ feet in cold water (brrrr!) or apples. Side effects- facing your irate flatmate next morning.
9.Roses look good without water only for 2 days, unlike mentioned on the box (guaranteed blooms for 10 days)
10.Self reminder notes are good only if you bother to read them!!
11.Sleeping early doesn’t help you wake up early.
12.Confirmed the dogma: I hate cleaning
13.i sleep in class with or without a party the day before! So why not party and sleep!!??

guess whos in town? love ofcourse!

2008-02-07T22:43:00.000Z

A friend who is 'in love' just send me this

8th Feb-Rose Day
9th Feb-Chocolate Day
10th Feb-Teddy Day
11th Feb-Perfume Day
12th Feb-Jewellery Day
13th Feb-Loving Hearts Day
14th Feb-Valentine's Day

any guys free on 9th feb? :D

Reminiscences from school days- By Blesson Gregory

2008-01-24T13:34:00.001Z

This post was originally written by Blesson. It's just so beautiful that i am putting it here in my blog with his permission. The original can be read at http://blessongregory.blogspot.com/2008/01/reminiscences-from-school-days.html

This is actually an entry I made in the autograph book of a friend, almost four years back. I am posting it here now, because I feel it is one of the more ingenious pieces that I have written. But, more importantly, it brings back some wonderful memories. N.B. This post will not make ANY sense to those who haven't learned the ISC Poetry textbook of the year 2004. To those who don't know, and more specifically to the ones who have forgotten, we had 15 poems to learn that year. The reason why I like this piece so much (even though I say so myself :) ), is because I managed to incorporate all 15 poem titles, and at the same time made some sense of the whole thing. (It was an entry made in the autograph book of a friend at the end of 14 years of school life, so it was basically the parting good bye!)ISC 2004 PoetrySing To a Skylark and write an Ode to a Nightingale as you take a Walk by the Moonlight with your Last Duchess, many many years after 1st September 1939.
Sing the Song of Myself along with the Prelude like Tithonous till your Home Burial.
And when like an Express you present the Tulips to the Blessed Damozel, singing the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, spare some Small-Scale Reflections on how you and I used to listen to what the King Speaks to the Scribe in Jaya Miss' poetry class.

A few stray pieces...

2008-01-23T01:44:00.001Z

My guy!

2007-12-11T14:53:00.000Z

He’s cool; he’s a fighter, got long hair and is old . He hasn’t had much education but is damn intelligent! He’s a carpenter basically, but is talented in many other ways too. He’s a big time rebel, and when he gets angry boy oh boy!! U better not be there!! He really tough, he can go without food, can live in deserts; can go hiking up hill with all sorts of burdens! He’s intellectual, artistic, very shrewd, hardworking…he’s sugar and spice and all things nice!

But these are all bonuses; the best thing about him is that he so lovable!!! And he loves me like crazy too. He’s always there for me! Even when I have dumped him, cheated on him, hurt him, ignored him, fought with him he was there, waiting patiently and took me back and loved me more than ever before! The thing about him is he gets me so perfectly! He seems understand when no one else does, he’s seen me in every possible scenario knows me inside out and still loves me! Shocking I know!!!

It some times gets to hard to reciprocate such intense love, but he doesn’t seem to mind! He’s always there, waiting till I go to him, ready to help me and console me if I so much as think of asking him! We have a date almost every week, Sundays usually at his place. Those few minutes spend with him are the high lights of my week! It just helps me go through the week! I try to talk to him at least for a few minutes every day but some times I get so involved in other stupid things that I ignore him! But you know what the amazing thing is, even though he’s hurt, he never lets me down! When I go back to him he just takes me back with open arms! No questions no reproaches, just happy to have me back! This is probably the only relation in my life that I have gotten into and not regretted!

His birthday is coming soon and I wanted to do some thing special for him, (especially since I’ve been so mean to him for a while!) and I thought I’d just let the world know how great my guy is! There is nothing I can give him but my love, and let folks out there know how great he is!!
Well Jesus, this is an ode to you, Hope you have great birthday!!

Back to Business!

2007-12-07T00:06:00.000Z

Was going through my last 2 posts and I was whoa! Wait a sec!! When did I get so damn mature!?
Well nothing to worry bout folks, I am back to being insane!!!
Today was a very fruitful day! Tomorrow being the last day to submit my assignment I finally got out my university map and found out where the Library was. Quite close actually, wonder how I missed it earlier!
Well anyways, got my self down there and was standing at the entrance searching for my library card when I discovered that I hadn’t brought it with me!
Walked all that way back in stoopid northern hemisphere winter rain, ugh! Got to my room and stared around trying to guess where the card could possibly be! Searched every where, even inside my boots, no luck! Was thinking of an excuse for my lost card when in a stoke of inspiration it came to me! Well it was inside my black jeans! Now all I had to do is find my black jeans, which I fortunately remember having worn to work the night before and there for I deduced that it would be in the laundry, voila! I was right! Got the jeans and thus my card!
Back to library, in the sleet! Actually, worse than the sleet is the tempting seductive aroma wafting from Papa Jones Pizza that I invariably got to cross! Anyhow, trudged back to library, and stood at the entrance wondering where the hell I can buy print credit! I walked up and down the reception foyer a few times when finally a security person came up to me n asked-
‘arrr yoo loust lassie?’ (Scots!)
That sweet gent kindly showed me where the computer and information centre was.
Finally got to the computers and printers and bought some print credit too. Typed out the damn essay and was about to get the print out when I realised I had no idea what format I should be printing out my precious essay in! some how got my hand s on a course handbook and found out the guidelines page-Times New Roman, 1.5 spacing, 6000 words excluding references.
Damn! We r supposed to have references! Finally got it all done by 9pm got the print out and was heading back home when my long time friend- insatiable hunger- decided to make a sudden and urgent visit! Having no money left after getting print credit I had no option but to come and cook! Sad, I know!!

Having done so much hard work in one day, I decided I am entitled to some nutritious food- no crème crackers or French fries or coke for dinner. Checking out my storehouse I finally settled on some good mallu food- rice and payaru curry and micro-waved, papadam! Yay!
Shockingly and fortunately, my payaru curry turned out to be edible! Big achievement, since it is the 1st time it’s come out tasting like it should in the three month of my experiments with cooking. But then again I was the chef! Something had to go wrong! My ‘rice’ turned out to be a ball of flabby mass. Sticky and totally gooey! Well, life can’t be perfect!!
Another achievement, I finally graduated from song like ‘Tear drops on my guitar’ –Taylor Swift and ‘All out of love’ – Air supply to ‘These boots are made for walking’ and ‘Dontcha wish’- Pussycat dolls! Also stopped reading Erich Segal (finally!) and am back to P.G. Wodehouse, Rowling and Dickens!
I was getting worried about me! 2 weeks of heart break- phew! That’s a long time and a new record! And so unhealthy!
Oh! That reminds me!! Library has not just books and computers!! Its haven of cute guys! Well I’ve always had a weakness for geeks! May be I should go to library tomorrow after class and do some reading (hope that cute Italian with the afro shows up! Finger crossed! ;-) )

thz him in the grey jumper, was sittin rite in front of me!

Growing up:

2007-11-22T22:57:00.000Z

Is it a choice? Is it a way of life? Is it something one can opt for?
Why should people grow up? Is it compulsory? As long as you do not scathe anyone else, what is the harm in being a child evermore? Didn’t Jesus say the kingdom of Heaven is for children? I’m sure he didn’t mean children by age. When you grow up, you see boundaries, you are bound by the ‘realities’, but aren’t realities what you choose them to be? Is it important to have universal realities?

I suppose it is, when your realities do not match with the universal ones, they call you mad. Aren’t mad people living a better life? Choosing to see and believe only what we want in our world? I think we are happier than the so called ‘normal’ population.

How do people grow up? Chronologically? But that is growing older…
When does a girl become a lady? When she learns how to cook and clean? When she learns how to keep her poise and be reserved? Is it when she accepts Cinderella to be just a story? Does growing up mean learning to live with inhibitions? To fear the KNOWN? As a girl I only feared the unknown and the dark, should I be scared of everything to grow up?

Will I be able to live with it if the world rejects the child in me? Whom should I appease? Me or the world? Should I turn away from balloons and fairy tales because the world will mock me? Should I hold my laughter and tears just to be one among multitude?
Am I too old to grow up?

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
by Sylvia Plath

Love

2007-11-12T21:20:00.000Z

Some one recently brought to my attention a quote “love is magical, but magic is just an illusion.” Is that really true? Has any one actually loved any body in a true and pure way?

Well I should maybe make what I mean by love clear. To me love is appreciating and accepting the person for exactly who the person is, enjoying everything about them, their beauty, their ugliness, their goodness, the evil in them, the total person, every bit of that person. It also means you want that person to be happy at any cost, even if it means you will be unhappy in the process of keeping that person happy.

Yea, so like I was wondering in the beginning, has anybody loved anyone in that pure sense? In the true sense?

Three years in Pudukad

2007-07-31T07:28:00.000+01:00

Three years in Pudukad…

Well this is about my life for three in Prajyoti Niketan College. Our college is on top of a hill, and just no ordinary hill- its peculiarity is that no buses or cars can ever go up there without being totally tried to its limits.
This is our psychology department.

Well to bgin wid I had never ever any intentions of joining for psychology. I had joined for BA literature and was very happy n njoyin my life at a college in Ekm, wen, WHAM! came d news of me being accepted for BSc psychology at Prajyoti Niketan College. Funny thing is I applied there only coz I was damn sure of not been accepted there!
And I’m still not sure wat made drop literature n go for psychology!!! Call it fate, call it destiny, I had then called it sheer stupidity!!! I mean wat was I thinking!!!?????

Well, I joined college on a rainy Monday. I had spend the day before in the college hostel being comforted by the likes of Renie, Sruthy Su and ofcourse Naslu, my first (and only ever!!) room-mate
I spend the whole day planning on my escapade. But like all who r familiar with my brain wud noe, no plan materialized out of my grey cells, IF there is any grey matter up thr tat is!. So on the wet wet rainy day I trooped to college wid a heavy bag and a heavier heart!! My mood and the weather were so synchronized! (Do I sound a lille like Dickens??)

But as luck wud have it, I broke my leg that very day and guess wat!!? I was goin home!! Hurrah!! As my parents picked me up and we went down the winding roads of the hill, I fervently prayed to God that by the time my leg was ok, the college shud fall victim to some cosmic catastrophe n be wiped off the surface of the earth!! Cud be anything, earthquakes, floods or even a UFO as long as it did not leave a trace of the college, I was content. But predictably by the time I was ready to go back to college, the college was still standing there, head in the skies, fit as a fiddle!!! I was so furious at it! The impudence of that college!

The worst thing was I was not fully mobile then and I needed crutches to walk for at least 2 months! N my parents being who they r, I had to trudge to college on crutches!
I noe!! Poor me!!!! Well that was that. So I was on crutches till mid November.
It did nothing to make me like the college any better! In fact wen others would go out n I was stuck in class coz of my stupid crutch, I wud sit there plotting ways of getting outta that place.

I hatched many plans…
Plan 1. I would fail in every class n then mayb my parents wud get the message n take me out n let me go back to my literature course. The main problem with that plan was that, fail as I may my parents never mention goin back. One day wen I was home for a week-end, I non-nonchalantly mentioned that since I was failing every possible paper maybe I wasn’t cut out take up psychology n shud change courses to like mayb…. Say literature!!!

Their response: u stay there as long as it takes u to get a pass in every paper!!!

Plan 2. I would be so rebellious in ma class that teachers would thro me out of the college. U shud have seen my awesome performances!! I was so infuriating, I wud have strangled me if I were my teachers!! Here a little to help u understand wat I’m talking about.

This is my physiology answer paper, the question was to draw a human digestive system:

nothin materialsd of tat too!! i mean it is so simple to just say- u r expelled!! but somehow my teachers dint seem familiar with tat phrase. but a few phrases they were familar with were, "retest", "extra classes", "saturday coaching"....

Plan 3. I wud “fall in love wid some one!!! Well I noe u r thinking how that can help me get out of that college. Well I wasn’t gonna fall in looove love, just gonna pretend to like some guy from my college, who, I was sure was bound to get my parents all riled up. Some one wid tattoos, leather jackets and a motorcycle maybe!! There was just one minor flaw to this beautiful plan- I couldn’t find anyone to fill the bill try as hard as I can!! Even if I did, I would be another gigantic problem to get him interested in me!!!

Well time went on without any foolproof plan! November melted into December.
Little by little things began to change, very gradually though!! People began to talk to me and my status changed from invisible to ‘oh that poor lame girl!’
Not my favourite way to be known as, but, still people at least knew I existed!!

I got rid of the crutches by December and I could walk normally. And next came the exams!! Exams can never be good, u all noe im sure, but then never ever having seen ur text doesn’t exactly make things easier! I wasn’t exactly depressed, nor was in that frenzy to mug up as much as I can by the time exams loom. I was quite relaxed to the chagrin of all those near me! Thing is, I was sure I would fail!!! Y bother studyin then? So I just floated through the days of exam, watching movies, reading fiction and sleepin mostly…

Then a miracle happened- passed my 1st year exams!! I still don’t noe if it was some huge mistake or one big cosmic joke but I did pass!! In all papers too!!! The moment I grasped the point that I had actually passed, I was sure of the existence of a higher authority than humans!! I am sure God does exist no matter what people say!!! And that was that

Well that was pretty much my 1st year.
Tell u bout my 2nd and third years some time else!!!!

that is a small specimen of our class.

We moved....Again!! -The gypsy girl’s story…

2007-06-02T10:35:00.001+01:00

The gypsy girl’s story…
(Well, so mayb I was a little inspired by Hillary duff’s movie Perfect Man…)

I just finished my graduation and simultaneously shifted in to my new home. This is my 7th ‘home’.

Its funny how a house bcome a home!! The first few days wen the cartons are all spread around and you haven’t a clue where your clothes are or where you toothbrush is and you sleep on a few cartons put on top of each other, its just a house.

Then, wen u hang the curtains, eat meals on tables n have the computer connected, cable connection it bcomes... voila a home!!!

It was 2day that the house became a home.

Initially shifting was fun. I mean u get to c new places new cultures, new food, new friends twas all fun. But as u grow more mature and the time comes for you to make more lasting friendships, shifting doesn’t seem so much fun nymore.
U promise to keep in touch n all that blah blah… but after a maximum of a month, its just empty words. I mean who has the time!
Wat between makin new friends and tryin not to fail in school, it gets all forgotten!

But this time it was double trouble. Coz I had just come home from college after graduation and was still missin d college folks, n bang we had to shift again. I guess part of d pain is also cozed by the fact that I heard my results r to b e soon published!!!
Well life is not an easy job!!!

``Wedding Dresses``*

2007-05-04T09:07:00.000+01:00

Weddings are made forever and here is my "You forever " Wedding Dresses!!!
do lemme noe wat u think of it!

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Wedding are forever. Made to last a life time. These are my Wedding gowns,
"You Forever"

ENIGMA

2006-11-20T01:53:00.000Z

ENIGMA

Don’t you sometimes in life be in such a situation where u just cannot decide?? It’s so frustrating to b in such a position! On one side I have a safe, secure and not risky but dull option, let’s call it A, and on the other side stand this vivid, challenging, new and risky option say B.
If the option B comes out right then it means the ultimate dream in my life has come true, but if that goes a wee bit wrong, then not only do I crash in my world, but also of all those around me. I shall be truly responsible for a lot of anguish. But at the same time, if it clicks then it follows instant wellbeing of a lot of people close to my heart. It’s almost as if I got the passport to happiness!
Plan A is not one bit risky, very sure to happen sort of thing. But what it follows is as unexciting, and mundane. Opting for it, Im running no danger, But B is something I’ve always dreamed about. A is plain like vanilla ice cream but B is all the flavours that can possibly be! Nothing changes if I opt for A, life will pass away as it always has.

It’s so frustrating when my dream beckons me from one side and comfort from the other! It’s a choice between safety and excitement.
I’ve never been a huge fan of change; I prefer to travel the tried and proven paths. But, at this juncture, when I have to be responsible and make a mature choice, I just cannot seem to decide. Life was so wonderful when all we had to do was worry about getting the math homework right, and look cool and charming in front my crush!! Those were the days…

I would love to go back to those days when my biggest concern was getting loads of time to play and watch TV. The decisions that I had to make were between Nancy Drew and Famous Five or between playing with my dolls or listening to stupid rock and look cool! It was so easy to be happy then! True I’m not so easily made upset now but nor can I easily find joy like in those days. Today my days pass as if in a dream, I hardly feel any emotion. It’s like being in local anaesthesia 24/7.
I wish I could simply go to sleep, deep beautiful sleep with lovely dreams…

My FaShIoN

2006-10-22T21:30:00.000+01:00

ZGYPSYZ my 1st graphic fashion show!

I call this gypsy coz this is just bits and ends put togethet and not a proper organized one also i've put in an asoorted variety of stuff so i thot GYPSY is wat i shud call it.
be4 we move on i wanna thank God 4 givin me 2 functionin hands, my parents 4 pen n paper, my brothey 4 his colors, my ..... blah... blah... u noe the drill!!

This is my DIVA dress.

kinda chameli like dont ya think??
may b i shunt have put this in...

the perfect wedding dress

summer chill, i d do this in blues n whites

to b done in maroon n beads

thz all 4 now folks, well 2 b quite frank 3 of the designs have been copied by me,

wont tell u which or from where (keep guessin) but i thot they were soooo gu dthat i had to have them

pls do let me noe wat u think thru mails commts or scraps

well this is me signing off,

take care b beautiful

Manali Himalayas

2006-09-14T04:04:00.000+01:00

Manali and the Himalayas

Well, v began with Delhi. Now they might say there are a lot of good places to c, but trust me u can just buy any poster and watch it all u want. the places to go are palika bazaar, chandini chowk, Karol bagh and Delhi haat. It’s the ultimate footpath shopping (well after my dear Mumbai that is!). Prices to die for! From any thing to clothes to shoes to cds to art to books u name u got it (and cheap too).

That my dears is where our dear ABJ Abdul Kalam lives. (I know what you’re thinking; it’s definitely cool to be the president).
Well im not gonna bore u wid my shopping spree details u’ve got to shop understand my feelings…

Then v went to Manali, which is the foot of the Himalayas. It’s b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l. All u poets out there, this is ur crowning poem writing destination. It’s a scenic place with Beas River and coniferous forests and snow capped Himalayas peeking down on u

and oh it’s got loads of apple orchards. I generally hate apples but the ones u get there r so juicy and sweet u can hardly resist it.
On the second day in Manali we went to Rohtangh pass which is on the Himalayas. It’s about a 1 hour journey on the horse. I direly warn all those fain of heart of to not try it.
I initially thought it would be a cinch coz I normally love riding horses. But here, the horses go through passages that r no wider than a foot or so in breadth. No kidding. The place is extremely cold, in fact before u go up, they provide u with these fur coats, without which u could turn into those frozen long lost ice land people. U know like that guy who runs behind his nut in the movie ice age and gets frozen…

It’s got deep valleys on one side and rocks on the other. And it’s as though Manali horse r not fed normally, coz they insist on walking at the deep edge eating the grass as the fringe. U’ll have to get it from the horse’s mouth as to what was wrong with the grass on the other side!! My heart was literally in my mouth!!!! But finally it was all worth the sight. U get on one of the Himalayan peaks; I forgot which nothing too high obviously. U actually journey through the clouds!!! Not mist not fog, but actual clouds. After getting off the horses back, u have to climb a long way up to get to the snow. This climb really made me admire Tensing Norway and the rest of those climbers.
It’s not like normal rock climbing or mountain climbing, 1st of all u get kind of disoriented in such high altitude, I felt like a third person looking down on me. 2ndly, my finger tips got so numb that u hardly feel that u r gripping the rocks, how ever hard u grip, u hardly feel the rock. Its like an anesthesia on ur fingers coz, once u get back down and ur fingers are all warm again, ur fingers start aching from all the grip[ping u did earlier. Well, still it was fun once u reached the top.

This was taken en route on the horses back which almost made me slide off the horse. This was a neighboring peak.
We had a long break there, played in the snow… I suggest all to carry loads of Vaseline and a bright lip gloss; coz Ur lips turn all blue which makes u look awful (my lips were horribly blue).

Then v journey back to earth. On the way there’s this beautiful lake u come across, touching its water can make ur heart freeze!! 1 hour again on the horses back, and about three hours in the jeep back to Manali. I don’t remember the journey back in the jeep, I guess I dozed off! But I do remember those awesome aloo parathas we had when we got back at Manali.
Well that’s about it I guess and oh before I forget, when in Manali and ur searching for a place to stay, go to Johnson’s café,

its simply awesome, the food there is truly lip smacking!!! It’s so artistically done, u’ll love it!
U get the best tortillas and mock tails I’ve ever tasted there also the coziest cottages.

Some random pics…

Dreamy pines

Beas River

apple trees

a cottage

My Palm Sunday Mass

2006-04-09T06:03:00.000+01:00

Today was palm sunday, and that means extra long mass. Let me tell u, i have nothing against masses, but crowding a multitude of people on a hot sunday into a small space for 2 hours is not my idea of fun.
But being a devot catholic, to church i went against all odds. The celebration commenced in the tiny parish hall, but luckily we moved into the church as soon as we recieved our palm leaves. ( we recieve blessed palm leaves from church in memory of the day when Jesus road into town on a donkey and people spread olive leaves on the road to welcome him.)

Then the real fun began, we are supposed to cover our heads with scarves or shawls during the mass and imagine doing that in mid summer. Well before long i was sweating more than a marathon runner and was feeling sticky all over. To make matters worse, people were holding their palm leaves by supporting it on their shoulders which meant that the tip would stick out and poke the person behind in the eye or were ever their vertical measure permitted. It was as if folding the palm leaves would be a felony or something!

And to my luck the lady in front of me had 2 palm leaves on one shoulder and a 4/5 yr old kiddo on the other shoulder who too carried a palm leaf. By the time mass ended my eyes were reddish, my neck tickilish, and i squirmish.
My advise and moral of the story- carry sunshades to the next palm sunday mass. And no offence Jesus, but i think palm sunday, Goodfriday and easter should be moved to a cooler month. I don't even want to imagine way of the cross on good friday!!!

LITTLE RED HEARTS- This is the beginnig of a story I've been working on

2006-04-08T16:07:00.000+01:00

Chapter:1- The Commencement.

“Password?” Lucy asked from behind the door. “Symphony” answered a voice. “I, the official regulator of little red hearts welcome you Miranda Crofton, to the first official meeting of LRH.” said Lucy in the most formal voice she could muster, between fits of giggles.“Don’t you suppose this is place is a little too short?” Miranda asked trying to fold her tall figure in through the door to the room beyond.“Well, it’s only till John finishes repainting the garage that we’ll have to squeeze in here. Then we can use the spare garage as our haunt. He said he’ll finish it in a day or two.” Sara replied.

She was the second to come after Lucy and was quietly sketching in a corner. John was Sara’s elder brother.“Where are the-” Miranda was cut in mid-sentence by a knock on the door, “others?” she finished.“Password?” asked Lucy“Symphony” Ann’s voice replied.“Welcome” Lucy said and made a sweeping gesture towards the interior of the room as Ann squeezed in through the narrow door.“Password?” Lucy answered the next knock.“I told you this password idea won’t work!” said a voice furiously- Annie’s, as she tried to push past the door and enter. “You are letting me on or not?” she demanded, giving up trying to get in by force.“Not for the first meeting Annie, you can’t forget the password for the first meeting!” Lucy sounded exasperated.“Well I can and I have. Now let me in.” Annie shouted from outside.

Lucy looked at Miranda, she was the rule maker. “On the solitary clause that you shall consent to the punishment we shall give you.” As usual she sounded as if she had just lunched on a dictionary. Miranda by far was the topper in their 7th grade.“Oh! Shucks you couldn’t be serious on that rule.” protested Annie.“Well, I am and I generously bestow on you the alternative of staying out.”“Oh well, I consent, Your highness.” Annie gave in. “let her in, and comrades what shall the first red hearts sentence be?”“let’s make her write our next password a hundred times…” Ann suggested hopefully. Annie frowned at her“and let it be found by her pest of a brother? No I don’t think so.” Sara objected. Annie’s younger brother, Matthew was notorious among them for his cheekiness.

“c’mon lets just call off the password business?” Annie pleaded “it wont stay in my head, and if write it down Matt will find it for sure!”“Well, if we fail to have a password Clara can effortlessly gain entry to the meetings and we won’t even detect.” Clara was Sara’s identical twin sister. “Let her sentence be that she shall be liable to give us a different pass word subsequent to each meeting. That way the she shall commit to memory the password without much endeavor. All for it, raise hands.”Annie’s hand narrowly missed Lucy’s glasses as it shot upward. The decision was unanimously agreed upon. “Now that, that is settled,” suggested Sara, “let’s start our meeting. Lucy anything to begin with? Mandy?...”“I have a question. Is this our meeting place?” Annie said referring to Lucy’s musty old tool house they were sitting in. They had piled a few empty cartons for seats, which were not at all comfortable“ I mean it’s a bit congested and-”“We’ll shift our head quarters to my spare garage when John has finished painting it which will be in a day or two.” Sara said fast to cover up for Annie’s usual crude way of putting things.

“what else?” Sara asked when they had enough silent communication. “I told mom I’d get home soon.” “I assume that’s about it then for the maiden meeting. Nothing much, I know. But something is bound to perk up soon. Annie, new password.” Miranda reminded. “Oh,yeah,… hmm,…what about… na that wont do. How’s… no wait its -‘Holidays’.” Whispered Annie as they drew close. “I’ll remember that.”“Holidays it is then.” Ann said.“Think of an alias for our head quarters for the subsequent meeting. We can’t go around shouting it out to any one in earshot. People might consider us fanatical.” Miranda said.“Speaking of which Mandy, when is our next meeting, the one with a sleep over?” Sara enquired every one’s mind.“Lets see, today is Tuesday day and I hope John will have finished by Friday” Sara nodded in agreement “so lets have a meeting again on Saturday. We’ll meet here and be off on to Sara’s when all have arrived. Come at 9:45 sharp. And get all the junk and furnishings you can lay your hands upon. We’ve got to get an entire garage to furnish and prepare for our sleepovers. ” Miranda concluded. “and Sara do try to keep Clara away please.”

Clara thought Sara and her friends were sissy and never lost a chance to rile them. She spent time with her set of friends though Sara and Clara got along well when they were alone. All supported with yeahs and oh yeses. Clara- they thought- was very rough and outspoken. “I don’t see how? Ever since the idea came to our heads to form a club, she has been trying to figure out what we are doing indoors for so long. She, Richy ,Ryan and Matt think we are planning something on them. I heard them discussing it yesterday.” Sara said.

Miranda never understood Sara’s twin Clara’s tomboyish ways. Miranda’s parents were not very enthusiastic about Miranda’s friendship with ‘such common people’ as Mrs. Crofton put it. “I fail to comprehend how you can stand being called ‘Mandy’ instead of a stately Miranda.” her mother had said . But she managed to change her father’s view who later cajoled his wife into accepting Miranda’s friends, Mandy and all.

“I guess that’s it then. Well, I’m off” Sara said. “bye. I have some chores to do” she said walking to her bike.“Me too, bye Lucy. Do thank Mrs. Whitman for letting us use the room.” Miranda called out as she was leaving.“Bye Lucy, Ann are you coming?” Annie called out. “I’m going your way. Want to walk together?”“Yep. Wait up.”Lucy stood there a moment after thy all had left, unable believe her good fortune. Her mommy had done all she could do to keep her away from her present group of friends. “they are too elite for us. They shan’t take you in and you’ll end up feeling down and hurt.” Mommy had said when she told her of the group two years back in 5th grade.

Daddy had just died when they moved to Green Woods. Her mother was trying hard to make both ends meet and didn’t have much time for Lucy. Her sister Estella was away at collage and Lucy felt utterly helpless and alone in the new settings. “A change of scenery will do all of us good.” Mommy said. She said she couldn’t live anymore in a place where at every turn she had to face daddy’s friends and memories. Lucy met her friends at school. They, unlike others, did not show fake sympathy and make snide comments behind her back. They behaved as normally to her as to any other and had genuine sympathy for her. They accepting her somehow made her socially acceptable. She felt light and whole again and her mother had gradually come around to share her enthusiasm for her friends.

“Lucy… LUCY…”“Coming mommy Lucy yelled.”

Chapter: 2

“Annie its 10:00. How can you be delayed today of all days?” Mandy asked as Annie came with a heap of possessions in a bag.“Mandy, I couldn’t foresee that my fool of o brother would lock me in!” Annie tried to justify.“You could at least-” began Miranda. “Could you two stop it? We’re getting late!! And I can’t hold these forever.” said Lucy indicating the pile in her outstretched arms.“I hope Clara is not anywhere about. or her dudes.” Lucy said as they neared Sara’s home.

“Well, the house looks non-violent enough” Miranda said trying to peep over the pile she was carrying of what seemed enough stuff to furnish an entire mansion. “But I guess it would be unwise to judge a C.D. by its cover.”“C’mon lets get in the garage. We’ll start furnishing it before Sara comes.” Annie said crossing the gate and walking over to the garage.“Oh no you don’t! I get in there first and you stay out till the password is spoken and remember don’t yell; the enemies might hear.” Lucy said with a wicked grin as she walked up to the garage and tried the handle.“Password?” sounded a voice from inside the garage when Lucy tried to open the garage.“Oh its you Sara! Well it’s ho-”“Shh……”hissed Miranda before Lucy told out the pass word. “Hai Clara, we are not falling for that. Come out now.”Clara came out with a it-was-worth-a-try look. richard, ryan and matt emerged from the bushes nearby.

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2006-04-08T08:52:00.000+01:00

hi there,this is my first blog and im a little confused about what to write.well ithink i'll start with what's going on in my life now.these are my study hols before my 2nd year dergree exam, though the study part is not going well.the thing is i'm away at collage and when i get home, i spend time playing badminton with my neighbours (we have some pretty good players in our flat), reminding my brother how irritating i can be, shopping reading and the list goes on... so u see i have no time to fit in studies. well i think 1 week of lost study holidays are long enough. from this sunday i'm gonna sit down and get started.wish me luck.