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A dark and dreary classroom in one corner of a weirdly constructed college.

Fifty six 'bored-out-of-their-minds' students sitting on fifty six extremely uncomfortable stools.

One overly enthusiastic professor who seems to be wearing a shirt meant for a 19 year old roadside romeo.

One twenty year old who is wearing pink barrettes meant for 5 year olds.

The Indian equivalent of a dumb blonde who is clearly amused with the animated way that she's twirling her hair.

The class clown trying very hard to keep his eyelids from completely shutting.

One new couple making goo goo eyes at each other across the room.

The class suck up busy nodding her head away, to every word, the man who's wearing the shirt meant for a 19 year old says.

Fifteen students who have their eyes fixed on a single point on the white board at the front of the class.

The girl with the dupatta wrapped tightly around her neck, trying to hide the insane number of hickeys that she currently possesses.

And the innocent little blogger trying to weasel a post out of herself, making the best out of an exceptionally humdrum class.

Overheard on the phone

Me: I had the yummiest strawberry juice at fruit shop today!

Boy who thinks he's too cool: Really? I don't like strawberry juice.

Me: Why not?

Boy who thinks he's too cool: I dont know, cause it tastes really girly.

Me: !!!!!!!

Slightly unbelievable

So I get up at 1:00 pm, all groggy eyed with nightmare morning hair and the first thing I do is log onto the computer, check my mail ( one from shutterstock and one for some survey, seriously it is so pissing off not getting any readable mail) and then go log onto my faithful little google reader which also happens to be my secret lover, so sshh, don't tell anyone.

Anyway, I scan all the stuff that's there and then get to a post from ProBlogger, which announced that the nominees for the 2008 Bloggies had been selected..so I pop over there planning to go vote for the perpetually nominated Dooce like I always do, because she has made my life so much more meaningful. So as I scroll down to find her in one of the categories , my eyes skim over the rest of the nominees for all the other categories and guess what I see....like seriously..guess!!

It kinda is impossible to guess because the whole thing is kinda unbelievable!! I am nominated for Best Asian Blogger! How this happened, I cannot even begin to fathom but it still doesn't stop me from jumping up and down and from grinning so hard, that I'm scared my face is gonna crack.

Proof that I'm not making all this up even though its the most absurdly unbelievable thing in the world.

I have no clue who nominated me but whoever did, believe me, I am beyond grateful to you! It is a huge honour and I still can't digest the fact that it is what it is. I know I hardly deserve it what with my absence and all the random nonsense that I manage to put on this page.

Anyway, please vote for me if you think I deserve it, or even if you think I don't. I will be indebted to you. There's a link on top you can click on to get to the nominees page. you basically just have to choose it,and then choose all the other blogs you want to vote for (there are some great blogs on there, I'm not talking about mine) and go down, type out your email address and click submit. The site sends you a verification email with a link which you will have to check and click on. I know it seems like an awful lot to do for some random 18 year old blogger girl you don't even know, but I'm asking sweetly, aren't i? :)

So a huge thank you to those of you vote and for those of you who don't (though I'm hoping really badly that you do!) and to those of you who put up with me, through all the non existent drama that I somehow manage to create!

lunch hour scribbles

This is becoming a trend, sitting alone in a dark corner of the library, every lunch hour, trying to scribble down something coherent in my dog-eared notebook.

Have I mentioned that I'm a tad antisocial, well, not exactly anti social (not in the true sense of the word anyway), I'm just not too comfortable with meeting new people or rather a large bunch of new people, especially, say at a party..which is sort of the reason I detest large crowds of people and partying and loud music and inane small talk. Anyway, I totally digressed..that was not the point I was trying to make. I was going to say that me being antisocial is not the reason I'm subjecting myself to this isolation. Its actually because I'm trying to avoid the extremely tempting but completely unhealthy canteen samosas, which, even though aren't in front of me, I'm dreaming of..in all their 'potatoeee' goodness (and the half a bottle of ketchup that I evidently cannot eat a samosa without!) Ok all this samosa talk is making my tummy rumble, so I better shut up.

The samosas aren't the only reason I find myself in the library though, I've noticed that sitting in the library also puts me in the writing mood; a mood, I always, most want to be in, but unfortunately never find myself in. Being surrounded by books is an added bonus, they seem awfully comforting in a weird way. That magic I used to experience when opening up a book suddenly seems to have disappeared, so I'm on a quest to try and bring it back. The past year and a half, college has taken over my life and left me very little time to catch up on my reading. The grand total of books read in 2007 was 3 (three!!!) which is quite pathetic when compared to my usual 40 books a year average! I was sorta disappointed in myself when I noticed the change because I always prided myself on being a bookworm, not of the nerdy breed, just of the general 'fiction-reading-romance-loving' breed.

I still can't do without reading, ergo, the number of blogs I subscribe to, but I still miss curling up with the good book. Its kinda hard to do that with a laptop.

That similarity you just happen to find with one of the characters of a book or that bittersweet feeling you get when you get to the last few pages of a book is terribly missed, but what can you do..life is moving at such break-neck speed that finding sometime to read even a few pages may totally ruin the momentum at which everything else is going. Or not. I'm just too much of a lazy bum to find out.

Anyhoo (he he, I've always wanted to say anyhoo, but it always made me giggle), lunch hour is almost up and I have to go find my next class. So until next time my little children, hopefully I would have read a book by then, so I'll have something new to talk to you about instead of boring you to death by being my usual random self.

--Written on 11th, Friday.

x'mas

Yes, I realize that Christmas is long gone.

But this bauble was just so pretty, I couldn't resist!

Aren't blurry pictures so much more artistic than focused ones?!

Yes, that's a rhetorical question.

And even if you don't think they are, humour me, please!

I wish I was a punk rocker

Time: 2:05 am

Title: Read the whole post to figure it out. And if you still don't get it, then read it again!

It's that time again..the time to pack up my lazy arse and head on back to college. I imagined it would be twenty five days of pure unadulterated sin and by sin I mean, lounging in front of the tv with a bag of chips in one hand and a glass of coke in the other..but that was not to be ..instead..I got myself this kick ass holiday job (which sadly did not give me a minute to even catch an advert on tv) with my best friend, the pay from which, will hopefully sustain all of my frivolous desires for at least the next three months!

College starts in precisely 32 hours. 32 hours..that's all I have, between now and inevitable doom.

Actually its not that big a deal, I don't know why, but lately I seem to be making a big deal of things. All things. Big things. Small things. Practically non existent things. Its crazy how melodramatic I can be sometimes. I think I get it from my mother, who has a history of reaching the highest of pitches for absolutely no reason.

I'm hungry and I'm sleepy. I think I should go scramble an egg with two teaspoons of chilli powder even though its two in the morning. "Two-hours-after-midnight" snacks are always the perfect way to end days or nights or whatever this is. I seriously have no clue what I'm typing out, how can I feel so drunk when I clearly am not. Not that I want to be drunk or anything. Speaking of which, I totally do not understand the concept of even being drunk. But that's a whole other post. For now I'm gonna go try and not set the house on fire while scrambling my egg. I suggest you go do the same if you're hungry or better yet, listen to the song below while you're scrambling your egg or eggs, whatever the case maybe. But seriously, LISTEN TO THE SONG!!! Its beyond awesome. (not kidding) You'll thank me for it!!



Shit, I just read through this post and I can't believe how random I can get sometimes. But then again what else can you expect from a not drunk but feels drunk, starved, sleepy and not to mention melodramatic teenager in the middle of the night?!

'08

Was all set to do the customary year end round up, but then realized, the blog was actually pointless if I had to do an 'end of the year' round up! Because..isn't a blog supposed to record the crapy misfortunes of my life instead of having to record as well as go over them again every January, which quite frankly is a pain in the ass! Yes, I know that the first day of the new year is as good a time as any to sit and reminisce and think and reflect over the past year but since I'm lazy, I'm just gonna pretend that I did all those things, while not even slightly attempting to do any of them.

My year was actually pretty good...so I shouldn't exactly be complaining. Sure, I whined more than the usual amount than even I'm used to, but all the whining and the cribbing , and the sleepless nights and the painful days paid off at last. You are looking at the topper of her class, people!! And yes, its my blog, my rules and they clearly state that I'm allowed to brag.(So don't give me that look!)

Things have been great on the personal front too. I've just been having a great year, so great in fact that I'm waiting with anxiety to see what it'll be that'll ruin it all. Yes cynicism has always reigned supreme in the head of this lemon. Cynicism and drama. Or drama and cynicism. I'm not sure which plays a bigger part.

I want to do all sorts of new things and make all sorts of resolutions to make this year better than the last but I know that if I actually do make resolutions, I most probably will break them within the week, and end up feeling like a failure, so why bother. (Yes the cynic in me speaks)

Anyway..as the years fly by, I'm getting older and not surprisingly fatter. It hard to believe that I'll be starting my journey to the big two O in almost exactly two months. Where on earth did all the time go?!

So here's to you my fellow bloggers..may this year bring you more happiness and joy than ever before and lets all root for me to get off this whining spree please. Its kinda starting to get on my nerves!