Rendezvous '09

That's what they called the reunion at school today. You know how you usually feel when you hear about reunions in school.
Your first thought will most probably be, 'Do I have to?'
Then you move on to 'No one I know is coming.'
After that you get to the 'Ok, I'll just look in for a few minutes and then scoot.'

Then you actually go there and it's like you never left.
The grounds, the trees, the sky, the basketball court, the buildings...every thing's so familiar it's like you were loitering around the school in the hopes of bunking class just yesterday.

The teachers remember you, they joke about what you did in their classes. You're hugging and exclaiming over people you generally ignored when you studied with them. Only, now they seem like a priceless link to the best days of your life. I know, it's a bit of an exaggeration. I always wanted to leave school when I was in it. It definitely didn't seem like the best days of my life then. But time has a funny way of erasing all the bad memories and leaving only the good. So even if it was crap sometimes, I don't remember it like that.





Anyway, coming back to the point from all that off-the-track rambling, you exchange phone numbers and take pictures. Most sounds uttered are high pitched squeals indicating another discovery of a long lost classmate. And it overwhelms you. I felt like it was the last place where I truly belonged. And the last place where I could make a fool of myself and laugh about it ten minutes later. And the last place where almost everyday was a bad hair day and I couldn't have cared less.

The school librarian remembers me. I know I went there every week to get a book, I know she stamped it out for me. She's even glared daggers at me for late returns. But still, I never expected her to remember me without the bad haircut and the pink uniform. I was seriously amazed that she did and that right there, was the best moment of my whole day.
Mrs.Pearl remembers me! Call me soft, but I still can't stop grinning like an idiot about it.

Going nuts

She loves you but she drives you insane.
And she only drives you insane because she loves you. Sounds familiar?
You have no idea...

An inconsequential post. You have been warned.

Ah, my life. Who can beat it?
Okay, don’t answer that.

There are facets to every day life which we take for granted. Like Facebook. Imagine life without Facebook. It seems ridiculously easy to me but going a day without Farmville, Café World and Mafia Wars seems to chill people to the bone. Benita just found a lonely black sheep on her farm! Bala just hired Anita to work in his café! Joseph just killed 56 people! Why would anyone not get addicted to this stuff? Having a brain seems like a pretty good reason to me.

I’m currently being robbed by my dentist who’s probably building up his family fortune from filling my teeth. He also says I have to pull out four of them. And my mouth feels like it belongs to someone else. This is seriously putting me off food.

By the way, I’m going to be twenty in a couple of months. I feel that this should be marked by some significant event. I’ve got a few suggestions so far from all my friends and my sister. If you’ve got any of your own, leave a comment please. It would really help.

Well, enjoy life folks. You never know when your dentist will ruin your zest for it.

Sick and bored

My cold has now progressed to a mild fever. This is so boring. You will not believe how irritating it is to have nothing to do even if this is exactly what I most wanted during my exams. I can't go out with my friends and consequently spent most of yesterday languishing on the couch and watching TV.

Let's see...I started with 'Love and Other Disasters' and simultaneously watched a bit of 'Hell Boy'. Then after a nap to get rid of the headache which was threatening to give me more grief, I watched 'I am Legend'. After that, there weren't any good movies so I sat and watched an episode of 'Grey's Anatomy'. I'm even contemplating watching 'High School Musical 3' today. That is how annoying this cold is.
I'm so jobless that I'm actually blogging about this. God help me.

The festival of lights

I’ve successfully completed my practical exams without any bitter and traumatic experiences which sometimes accompany practical exams and now I have a cold. It’s a piece of luck really, that it didn’t hit till my last lab exam was safely out of the way.

I checked out Sparky’s yesterday. I liked the décor but the food is so-so and it is also kind of expensive. Anyway, the bottom line is, I won’t be going there again anytime soon. American cuisine is not my thing, I’ve discovered. I don’t think I’ll be having a lasting relationship with Sparky’s like I do with Creamy Inn and Cake Walk, alas. We shall both have to move on and mend our broken hearts as well as we can.

Anyway, about my cold, it’s a major pain in the you-know-where. I can’t remember the last time I had a cold. The feeling of misery, the throbbing headache, the runny nose, Waterbury's compound...colds are really not fun. Apparently there are 250 strains of cold viruses and the only way you can gain immunity to a strain is by catching it. So, the maximum number of times you can catch a cold in one lifetime is 250 times. Oh joy.

Oh yes, I almost forgot. Today India celebrates Diwali, the festival of lights and also of noise and pollution apparently. But I enjoyed last night, even with a cold. Standing on your terrace, watching the fireworks and the stars, listening to your favourite music and blowing your nose is really not a bad way to spend a night.

Firework prices have gone up, not surprisingly, so this time people didn’t start with the heavy stuff till the evening before Diwali. I remember times when I wouldn’t venture out alone for a whole week. There is a plus side to inflation!

Inside my head...

I’m reading...

A Damsel in Distress by P.G.Wodehouse
Macbeth by Will Shakespeare
The comic strips in the newspaper (and laughing out loud)
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
My lab notes (:p)




I’m listening to...

Linger by The Cranberries
21 guns by Green Day
Lucky by Colbie Caillat and Jason Mraz
Inner Universe (GIS-SAC soundtrack)
Boulevard of Broken dreams by Green Day
Faint by Linkin Park
Know Your Enemy by Green Day
Right Kind of Wrong by Leann Rimes
Broken by Amy Lee and Seether
Unwritten by Natasha Beddingfield
Our Time Now by The Plain White T’s




I’m looking forward to...

Hanging out with the gang
Checking out Sparky’s
Acing my semester practical exams
A fun Diwali
Opening a DMAT account with Remy
Watching a LOT of movies



I’m dreading...

My dentist appointment


Movies I want to watch...

Up
Wake up Sid
Dark Knight
Unnaipol Oruvan
FMA – The Conqueror of Shambala (Meilin, burn everything you have. I’m borrowing the whole lot off of you...:))
New Moon




I’m dreaming of...

Starry skies
Rainy days (mutually exclusive, I understand but a girl can hope right?)
Talking with my friends about absolutely everything



This week, I loved...

My niece’s recitation of Sick by Shel Silverstein
Laughing with my mom
Kidding around with my dad
The lyrics to 21 guns
Complaining about the world in general to my sis




I’m checking out...

http://sakurasworld.wordpress.com


I’m hoping...

The next three days get over before I know it.

It's rainin' in Chennai!

Okay, I'm in a surprisingly good mood. Maybe it's because the weather's getting cooler. I can't wait for the monsoon to hit. My mind is suddenly swamped with all the things I can do in my study holidays (excluding study) and that's helping with the good mood too. Pity I have to do my sem pracs before that.

Hark! Was that thunder? Yes, it is! Rains have been lashing AP and Karnataka for days now and TN seemed to be having a dry spell. The rains are predicted to be heavier this year but I hope TN doesn't get hit with floods like her neighbours. I'm always for more rain but our drainage system and the agricultural areas can't take it. I'll always remember the storm which hit Chennai in 2005.
It was practically impossible to step into the streets for days on end but I loved it anyway because we had a week off school right during the exams. That's too much to hope for this time, but the rain is right on cue. The weather was getting way too hot. It's a welcome change.

Stuck till next wednesday

I'm missing out on so much! SRM Med is having their THREE day culturals right in the middle of my model exams, which are frankly a waste of time and the meagre effort I put into them. I can't even go on Sunday because, guess what? My semester practicals start on Monday and then it goes on to delight one and all by continuing remorselessly for three consecutive days.

The microprocessor lab alone has me looking up to the ceiling and telling God that I'm sorry that I sleep in on Sundays. I'm being tutored in the basics of computer networks a week before the exam and I've given up on database management systems as a matter of pure luck. Not the best way to prepare for your semester practicals, trust me.

Do you know the last scene in Pirates of the Caribbean when Capt.Jack Sparrow looks up and says, 'Now give me that horizon!'
My horizon is temporarily equivalent to the 15th of October. Keep your fingers crossed!

Sales, Shoes and Sanity

I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. What tunnel, you might ask. Sounds like an NDE, doesn’t it? Never fear, near death experiences have not yet been added to my lot. I’m merely referring to the drawing to an end of another semester.
These days when I tell people that I’m looking forward to the last glorious day of college I always sound slightly apologetic. Everyone seems to think that I should be grieving over the end of my college life and weeping over its lifeless body that I’m a little sorry to disappoint them.
It’s only the fifth semester and there are Three more to go.
And wait, I have to clear fifth semester first, I suppose. But after two years of writing Anna University exams, I’m fairly certain I’ll clear it. It’s all in the wrist work.

I went to the IMS sale today. That stands for the Indian Missionary Society. It’s a staple in the life of most of my relatives so it was basically impossible to walk ten steps without bumping into someone who’s not a part of the vast family tree and even quite a few who aren’t but we know anyway. I haven’t attended the IMS sale for the past couple of years, but nothing’s changed. Lots of homemade stuff to eat, game stalls, lucky dips and stuff no one would buy except during an IMS sale because it’s for a good cause.

I met a few of my friends from school and church which wasn’t too bad. One of them even asked me how I had dragged myself out of bed because I sleep in every Sunday instead of improving my soul at church. I told him the truth. That I was there under the threat of torture by my own flesh and blood. And mercifully, my parents decided to leave after a reasonable amount of time instead of hanging around to chat with the every person related to us by blood and/or marriage.

I should confess here that another main reason people flock to this event (apart from meeting the family tree) is that they sell biriyani.
Again, this is a staple.
Every event worth attending connected to the church always sells biriyani. I suspect there’s some sort of dastardly psychology behind this. Anyway, we left after the ritual buying of biriyani was over and done with. Then I came home and slept like the dead for four hours. It always takes it out of one to go jaunting about and meeting family trees.

I went to Bata with Remy last week, by the way. Why I think this is worth mentioning is that Bata has converses. I even saw this very cute cross between a converse and a ballet flat. I want one. I mean, at this very moment if you gave me a choice between a converse and designer heels, the converse would win hands down. My eldest sister thinks I’m turning into my other sister who used to haunt every shoe shop in Gandhi Street in Vellore during her college days. Well, what does she expect? We share genes.

I almost feel like I should leave a couple of lines now showing the moral of the story.
There is none.
If you feel that there is one hidden in the morass of relatives, complaints and shoes somewhere in here, there you go. That’s most probably it.