Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year to All ....

Yet another year gone...
For me this year was the year of extremes...
Extremely emotional year .Which ultimately made me more mature and be moderate to
handle situations and emotional breakdowns.

Extreme happiness extreme sadness...all came this year...
What I take from this year is the maturity I gained, the positivity that helped me a lot to not question life and yes..the ability to let go happily...

So on that note .. 
wishing you and yours a fabulous new year! thank you all for reading and posting your kind & encouraging comments. starting this blog has been an exciting adventure for me and i'm looking forward to more excitement in 2010..! see you in the new year! xoxo
The year is gone..or just hours left...
Hope 2010 brings us all more happy moments .

Wishing you all a Happy New Year :):)

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Look Around .....

When you love someone very much and you don't see that person loving you even a bit...look around..there sure will be someone ..who loves you a lot and you don't love that person a bit.

When someone hurts you everyday..and doesn't even feel that he/ she is hurting you...look around...you'll find someone who you hurt daily...

When someone you sacrifice a lot for doesn't even realize that....look around ..you sure will find someone who you are doing the same to.

When you don't like someone because of some particular reason...look around if someone else doesn't like you for the same reason.

It's all about what we do to others...
What happens to us is often an eye opener...



Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Laugh ''Not''


I can't express regret, grief, concern or sadness anymore.

After the bad times, laughter was all I was left with.

I Laughed through all the pain, called it the 'side-effects' of the bad times.

But now laughter has left me hollow,empty and lifeless.


It seems as if, after all the laughs
Life is laughing at me.


And I stand there
broken again.


No more Laughs


But still I stand there laughing,

With the biggest joke been played on me......


Just Nandini !

Monday, December 14, 2009

Me being Me ..



I want to be a doctor... not a patient. In fact I don't really like doctors or hospitals from a patients perspective. Maybe the subconscious reason that I'm studying medicine is "If you can't beat them... join them."


Anyway, to the point.A word that fills me with dread.  I've  hospital appointment Today and i really dont wana hear what the Doc will say .. so I'm kinda nervous... was looking for some soul support but some ppl. they are never around when u need them ..
 So just getting my  Jittery feeling out on you Dear Blog ..
My Apologies for any overshare..

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !



Tuesday, December 8, 2009

shitsvilla AKA Splitsvilla .......Again noooooooooooo!!


Splitsvilla (or shitzvilla)- a show where a bunch of worthless, good for nothing guys and girls are taken to a place and asked to date each other and eventually dump each other. Sounds fun right? Yes! This is MTV splitsvilla - downright disgusting and degrading. A show so horrible that it makes me feel as if someone put their hand down my throat, grabbed my small intestine, pulled it out of my mouth and tied it around my neck.

I really have no idea what they try to achieve.
- which couple looks the best
- who can wear the skimpiest clothes
- to compete with the beauties of the world (God! Why do they even try?)
- to get cheap publicity
- who can stoop the lowest
- to finally get a “happily ever after” ending to such a repulsive show


It is pathetic to see girls competing with each other for a guy and performing various tasks like mud wrestling to win them over. These girls go till the extent of wearing skimpy swimming costumes or dancing provocatively to win their guy. They literally beg and plead to the guy and they get shunted off rudely. What public humiliation! Yuck! It insults the very meaning of the emotion of “Love”. And the amount of crocodile tears shed when someone is dumped…it really makes me wanna snap everyone’s neck. Plan, plot, play and dump- that’s what this show portrays. Let go of your final iota of self respect and there you go…you’re perfect for this show!

 I bet Splitsvilla 3 will have even more shameful stuff coming your way!

What do you think?? Is stooping so low for the 5 lakh prize money really worth it???



Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Expectations 2


We all think we're going to be great and we feel a little bit robbed when our expectation aren't met,
but sometimes our expectations fall short.
Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected.
You've got to wonder why we cling to our expectations because,
the expected is just what keeps us steady, standing still,
and the expected is just the beginning.
The unexpected is what changes our lives.

~ Closing quotes of Grey's Anatomy Season 2,episode .

Expectations is a something which we all carry around with us.
Personally I am really not a fan of expectations, in fact thats one thing I really wanted to get away from, and to certain extend did but a few fragments of it still cling to me. And no matter what I do they don't leave me, I guess they are using Fevicol - 'as they say Fevicol ka joor toote ga nahi' :P

We all say the best way to go is having ''No Expectations''.
But the truth is if we have no expectations, then we will be like a dead soul wondering around with nothing to look forward to. Pain and happiness are the sides of the same coin, a coin which works in Kingdom Life. My DAD just pointed out to me that our Dreams and Goals are also expectations does that mean we should stop dreaming ??
I guess not, Expectations will always cling to us in one form or the other, all we can do is, filter our expectations and root out some of the weeds in them, channelize our expectations towards ourself away from others because many a times its the others who don't live up to our expectations than us going the honors.

Well talking of the unexpected, thats where a new journey begins into the unknown and sometimes the unknown surprises us in a way that the known could never reap its pleasure.

Well I must say Expectations has left me really confused,
I guess having Expectations is a part of being human.

I so wanna be an alien : P : P

P.S - This post is a product of my disconnected thoughts on expectations, I guess someday I might be able to make some sense of it. Till then I hope you guys throw some light on it :D 


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

YOU MIGHT WONDER WHY...


I went to a very posh lunch with  My Dad and My brother Amit where the average age was between fifty and a hundred. Lunches like that can be slightly straining and when I’m in a circle of people I’m not completely at ease with, I do one of two things. I either be quite and just smile  or try to make people laugh. On arriving at functions, I test the crowd with either a lighthearted compliment or an obvious joke, see which one has them smiling and run with it. On this particular occasion, I hit them with ‘Is this the graveyard shift?’ which didn’t go down too well and following that I asked the Dad‘So is lunch on you or do we have to eat off boring plates?’ which had a similar effect.

So without realising it or being able to control it, I took on a whole new tact. I started talking like Anne Hathaway. And not Devil Wears Prada Anne Hathaway, Shakespeare’s wife Anne Hathaway. And God help me, I couldn’t stop.
Dad: This is Nandini.
Me: How do you do?
Host: I’m wonderful thanks.
Me: Splendid. Excuse the interruption, where would one find the water closet?
Host: Straight down the hall to your left.
Me: Thank you ever so much.

While harmless, it got worse when we sat down at a table which seated a small country and I was placed between a professor of something unpronounceable and a woman who definitely had her lifted eyes on my Dad.

Me: You have a lovely abode.

Amit: Nandini, why the hell are you speaking like that?
Me: Hush young man.:P 

Amit: Nanu, you sound like an idiot.
Me: Methinks not.
Host: Nandini, help yourself to some with some food .

Me: Why, it is most beauteous.
Dad: *Whispers* Nandini, why are you speaking like this?
Me: *Whispers* I have no idea. Please make me stop.

A complete lunch of ‘What say you’s?’ and ‘perchance’ and many walks in the garden to stop me from speaking to people, we were eventually able to leave.

Host: Goodbye , I’m sorry you have to leave so soon. 

Dad: Great seeing you but we must get back to the time warp that Nandini seems to be stuck in.
so yes this was my one event full day :P


Sealed with  kiss by Nandini !

Monday, November 23, 2009

Me as an Example...

  Yesterday's , in  my  class I was definitely NOT paying attention. So what was I thinking about then, if not about what the professor was saying? Well, I started thinking about how much money I would give away to family (and possibly others non-related) if I won the lottery. I know right, how the hell do I even start thinking about something like that... and even worse, I was so into it too, probably like 10 mins. went by and I didn't even notice. So anyways, I snapped back to reality when the professor started talking about a trip she made to Italy  one time (I think it was work related... remember I wasn't paying that much of attention) and how she met this young Japanese girl who was nice and who looked like me. Me?...:O  Are you serious? I don't look ANYTHING Japanese, Chines  NOTHING! So everyone turned to look at my non-Japanese facial features. At least it wasn't as bad as the time my  professor back in  college  compared me to a French woman with hairy armpits...:P  let me fill you in:

I'm in class, listening to his life stories.
He was talking about a trip he made once to France
and about how "You just look around and see women dressed
like... like Nandini , and then they'd put their arm up and
they'd have a super hairy armpit, it was so disgusting to me..:x
but it's normal there so." :p

P.S. In case you were wondering, if I win over $8 million in the lottery I'd probably give $1 million each  to my Mum,and Dad  $10  to my brothers..:) but they  wouldn't be able to touch it just yet (cause they'd spend it WAY too fast), a couple of thousands to the rest of my family, like buaa, Masi , vinay bhaiya and probably $2 thousand more to a friend. The rest for me of course, and nothing for ......Anjali :P But anyways, I just checked the jackpot for right now and it's at $12 million... See, I'm a giver...:)


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Results of a MY survey!!

This post is about what my friends think about me....huh!

Actually we all of my get together some time back   the post is a result of a survey I conducted...or we conducted.

lemme explain ...

I and my friends...actually 9 of us...took 9 bowls ....one for each of us...then all of us wrote about what we feel about each person...but identity was not revealed.....that is we could write anything about anyone without that person knowing who wrote it about him/her..

I should tell you that we are 5 girls and 4 boys in this group...

I got mostly good comments...from my friends..but...bad comments too...I actually did one more thing..that is repeating the survey with my dad and mom...


so here goes the results...


##You are a very honest person...not in the sense of..what we normally think ..but in the sense of honesty to self..which makes you regret less about things happening in your life.

##A girl who is very up to date in thoughts..and has  a cool fashion sense..and so is seen mostly in anything she finds to wear....but..loves to wear salwar suits..as she is a proud Indian.


##Always first to say sorry at times of quarrels..of fights..and has thank you at the tips of her tongue...and so half of the phone bill is because of sorry s and thank you s.

##The funnest  person one can ever find....Knows that everyone need their own spaces...but never demand for her's...so sweet. ( totally confused personality)

##Very very argumentative...can become a lawyer....always first to question the teachers... and make the whole class laugh with your stupid...questions.

##Kind to animals...very kind.....loves them very much..less kind to friends.:x

##Perfect personality..can be mature sometimes..very mature...but....doesn't loose her...chulbuli types behavior (here chulbuli means chirpy).

##Loves parents so much...some time brothers too ..:P

As I told you all that I did this survey with my parents too..huh!.

Mom:..sensitive, understanding,funny, polite, kind...and  very obedient ...meri pari .:)



Dad:.spontaneous...very intelligent, humble, single Daughter ..a spoilt brat...and..loving..my perfect NANHI PARI :)


ps:) I first thought to post it as a scanned document..but because there were many bits of paper so I couldn't.


pps:) you can add ur comments to good or bad..k


Sealed with akiss by Nandini !

Friday, November 20, 2009

We the ARYA guinea pigs!!

 

MY FRIENDS THIS IS A FUNNY POST.....



You all must be wondering why have I put that title?


It has got a lot of meaning friends...

You might not understand because you all don't live in the same situations My dad , My bros and I live in. lol


Hmmm...

Actually my mom is a very good cook....but what happens is..being a working woman she didn't get much time to try out new recipes...huh!


So now she has got some kind of mania to do that...haha

For the last some months ..she is having this mania..

In this process some..things turn out well and some..huh! don't ask...!!

and I  have a strict rule at home... that I need to finish my food  or else :x

now what happens is..my dad, bros  and I are the guinea pigs at my house....

If recipes turn out to be a success then well and good...but if they turn out to be a failure..then...only God can save us.

So my request is please pray for the 4 guinea pigs :P 



Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Expectations...and only expectations huh!


A parent expects his/her child to be the most perfect human being in the whole world....
A teacher expects his /her students to excel in all fields...
A husband expects his wife to be the most beautiful and caring
A wife expects her husband to be more generous, kind and more lovable :P

Ahh! I might be wrong ...and the expectations might be different..but don't you think we all expect a lot from others?

Don't you think that is a kind of dependency?

Don't you think life would have been much more easier if we expected less from others?

I have often felt that one of the main reasons of sadness is expecting a lot...

Love..which mysteriously connects two people..gets ruined due to expectations...

~~* A few days ago...one of my friends...did something that left me shocked...I am shocked even now..I Iexpected her to be doing well in studies..but..ahhh!!..that made me realize....I really expected too much..what right do I have..yes I am a friend.. and friends shouldn't have expectations from each other i think.... 
Friendship is the most precious relationship on this Earth..I value it so much....

Expectations do ruin it...yes I've experienced it....

Be happy be cool...do not expect too much even if u r a fool :P hey I rhymed it that on a funny note though :P


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Cellular..oh


Ask my friends what my passion is & invariably they'll say it has something to do with electronics. True. But ask people who know me very very well what my true passion is & they'll say it is throwing away money on mobile phones! True again. I was given my first mobile phone when  i was entering  9th grade about  seven years down the line, it has become a favourite pass time of mine to keep changing mobile phones. Not that wasting money was/is a dream of mine, but somehow, the urge to explore new trends in telephony has gotten the better of me!

I was having a conversation with a friend of mine, when she asked me if I knew how many phones I have owned over the   years. It was an interesting question .but even i didn't know the answer :)
 All those who kept advising me to get myself checked at a psychiatrist's,and  if you think I am completely out of mind with this habit of mine, well, I don't really care :P


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Sunday, November 15, 2009

just a thought !!

Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but by how we react to what happens, not by what life brings to us, but by the attitude we bring to life. A positive attitude causes a chain reaction of positive thoughts, events, and outcomes. It is a catalyst, a spark that creates extraordinary results.

 Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !


Saturday, November 14, 2009

Sometimes..i feel



Sometimes..life's strange
Sometimes..its better not to show that you care
Sometimes..silence IS golden
Sometimes..you realize that you've realized something far too late and then you can do nothing about it
Sometimes..you realize that you are in love with your best friend :)

Sometimes..you have to hide your feelings,the pain,the agony,the anguish seeing your best friend in so much pain when  all you want is her to be happy.
Sometimes..you cant confess your feelings .
Sometimes..its better not to say anything,put up a smile and watch life going by.
Sometimes..you feel so helpless that it kills you inside..slowly,deeply,incurably.
Sometimes..you can see something  just slipping away from your hand but all you can do about it is stare at it helplessly
Sometimes..you reach a stage in life when you think you've done your share of hard work,you've been the most intelligent and sought after one for the time enough,then you adopt a laid back attitude in life though still not wanting to give away your prestitious position of being a perfectionist,to some one else..and then you feel like a loser..sometimes..most of the times..
Sometimes.. you think all that matters is  you.
Sometimes ..you struggle hard to fight back your tears but all you end up with is more of them
Sometimes..you try hard to put all your thoughts,frustration,sadness,fears,contemplation in a poem but what you come up with is just another cliche',hard to comprehend rambling which does not frustrate you further because you are already too frustrated to give a damn
Sometimes..you really ,badly, want things to be like they used to be..almost perfect
Sometimes..life can be so harsh
Sometimes..you are given no choices, only lectures about being strong and "deal" with it


 Federer- God,its killing me..
I - Me too..

consequently,


Still wild, will always be,Nandini !

Friday, November 13, 2009

If Only We Can

a friend and I were discussing.

why it would have been so easy if we had just taken commerce  because then...we would have not had to study our asses off in school.or college.or later,by the age that we get our degrees in medicine we would have been earning .....a shit load of money which would be greater than a doctor's peak anyday,all the 'cool' and non nerdy  looking are there only :P .....we would have smoked pot by 17...[well  not me.. that is wat my friend was thinking] .we would be wearing low waist jeans and the and other funky stuff , medical students would be cursing our luck on how we manage to earn, have a bf/gf and enjoy life while they dont even have a degree.:P
we wouldnt have been able to crib about anything and everything..we would be in a drunken stupor right now.and on muchloadsofweed.again [NOT ME]:P. we woulnt be cribbing about singleton.we would have said that it rocks,and none of us would have a blog, unless it was ordered to us by our gf/bf. oh!we would have gf/bf to have n to hold :)



but you know. I still wouldnt trade my places with a commerce ppl right now. thats because....
we may crib, but we have our pride(something only med students may understand)
huge self respect. loads of money, someday, hopefully.a future plan. :D

work enjoyment(not applicable to students) emphysema and cirrhosis on a later stage of life.


*this was a work of fiction and of two over tired medical students
*not resembling anyone in reality and not made to make fun of others.

Still wild, will always be,Nandini !

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

NOTHING !!

Being occupied with doing nothing is what I'm known for!! People wonder how can you do nothing...You know, you can do nothing by just doing N.O.T.H.I.N.G! See, not totally nothing, but doing something which you aren't supposed to be doing at that particular moment is counted as nothing according to me :P Like, if a friend calls up and asks me what all did i study, and if I'v read a book, watched a movie or played 25 games of SUPER SMASH BROTHERS , I'll still say I did nothing! Now if people assume by nothing I meant I was laying around on the couch counting the number of spider webs, its not my mistake! And I'm sick of explaining it to people,really! I'm constantly doing something, but the problem is that my mum going all crazy over me not doing what needs to be done has taught me that I'v been doing nothing! 


Still wild, will always be,Nandini !

Sunday, November 8, 2009

R.A.N.D.O.M


Random things are the best to talk about actually! Meaning, for so long I'v been wanting to blog, and then I was without an idea...now that really doesn't help! So ya, I sort of realized that the best thing to talk about is total random stuff...and so here I am, hope I come up with some random stuff...Oh I will!
 
So as u may not know  I suffer from Agyrophobia...Its not as serious as Cancer or TB :) , but yes, it freaks the life out of me! Its basically the fear of crossing roads...sigh! All of my life and haven't been able to cross a single road without going through a minor heart attack and the feeling of being walked across the road by angels :) At such time, believe me, you do wish the 'jetpack'  Must admit, but it is a scene worth laughing at when I'm crossing the road! If I'm all alone,[AND IN WASHINGTON D.C.] you'll see me on the same side of the street for the next half an hour...contemplating wheather to run/hopp/crawl/skip/sprint/fly across the road now or later...I look right, then left, and then again right...then again left, then right, then left, then right, then left and keep doing so to make sure theres no vehicle coming...but the problem is, this left-right business goes on you know and I can't help but stand still while other people cover another 3-4 miles :) I actually even hang up on people I'm talking to, just so that I can get started with my left-right ritual...and then my friends complain for having called back an hour later...who'll explain to them now!! If I'm with someone, it sort of helps, not totally, cause then I'm usually laughed at loud for this weird fear of mine before they grant me a favor by helping me :| Even that varies! People like Joseph and Kelly who'v gotten used to it have the patience and don't mind it if I hold their hands tight, like a child does when with its mummieee!! Anjali pointed out that I hold it tight enough to fracture the hand :| I'm sorry! :( With others, after they'v made a laughing stock out of me, they just DRAG me along, usually I'm half flying into the air, considering the speed at which they run across the road...giving me a heart attack, a major one this time :) You know, I could actually stop dead in my tracks and get these kind of people run over by a car to thank them for all those he-he-ha-ha moments they'd had at my cost :| 

~This ones managed to ridicule me even the more...another phobia, Escalaphobia :) Thats the fear of 'Escalator's' btw :) point to be noted i have this phobia [ONLY THE ONE TALLER THEN 2-3 FLOORS] that horrible thing which takes you to the next floor and you just have to stand and not move, and its not the elavator!!! It gives me the jitters...(now you know why I HATE UNION STATION !!) Its almost everywhere!! I usually wait for the elavator or quitely take the stairs, not before explaining it to people around me, and then again welcoming obnoxious stares :) People wonder, whats there to be scared of THAT thing! For me, its not just a thing, its a nightmare, don't you understand!!Actually, it all started when I was a kid, I was prancing around at world trade center on an escalator which was apparently not working! Some idiot thought I wanted to use it, and switched it on :| I was caught unaware, and it somehow has gotten into my mind! and then on, while people use that horrible thing, I quitely slip back and use the stairs...literally the stairway to heaven :D People find it funny...I wish I could just ...errr...you know, make them realize how it feels !!! :(


~Lastly, I don't have any more random small talk to come up with! What to do? Just remember that you=you and not 'u', say no to slang, don't keep saying  what-the-fucking, don't ever try chilli sauce with sweet potatoes , never shop from Hobby Ideas, never go on evening walks with your mom and her best friend,  don't call a Keyboard a Piano :| ,  avoid reading 'dance of democracy' (atleast I do), don't think vampires are cool after you watch twilight, and lastly, dont dont ever dont ever never  tell your siblings  that your name means have something to do with COW in HINDI grrrrrrrrrrrr

Otherwise, Life is pretty much chocolate and  ice-cream :P
 
 
Still wild, will always be,Nandini !
 

Friday, November 6, 2009

WHY...thats the question....No? i think so ..


When I blog, it has to have a reason...i know it sounds as selfish as SELFISH can sound...but yeah...read it...or don't read it, you haven't been held at gun point :) Not yet ! Oh, anyways! I guess
its been REALLY long since I'v been  blogging, but still  dont know  the basic rules of making sense and that of showcasing your super cool sense of humor, forgive me...I wouldn't care a bit if you yawned or just scanned through or stopped reading it or worse, 'reported abuse' :| you know...I haven't got all the time in the world...which I really wish I'd have...*sigh* Bless you! lemme get to the point...no wait...a question actually...Not really...Oh well...it is a question may be...or is it? may be not...argghhh....Can I just get started with it ?!?!
Well...the question in question is WHY...spell as W.H.Y (and 'y' in sms lingo) pronounced as Va-y (now what was THAT for?!) there are SO many times when this word like totally makes you feel as though you are some sort of an alien...from some alien planet, where the way of life is so different...so much better...so much easier...then WHY is it this way out here on THIS planet? I tell you...this word clouds my mind more than ANY other word that i use (read: SENSIBLE word) Its often accompanied by a huge '?' and the 'wide-eyed' expression ! :O eg:
WHY cant we always be lucky? Lucky like one of those super-lucky-ducks who get WHATEVER they'v asked for...and i'm NOT talking of material things! I'm not that lame...But yeah...WHY do their stars always shine at the right time and at the right place?!!?! what are my stars doing?? Oh well...can't blame them...may be they are as lazy as me :) :( I never get to talk to people I want to talk to, I never get to be all alone when I want to, I never get to see people who make my day, I never get to avoid the company of people I totally am sick off, I'm never able to be totally mean and then not feel guilty, i'm never able to tell people what I really want and what I totally detest, I'm never able to ask people to SHUT UP and go suck up to someone else, I'm never able to tell people how much I hate their behavior...never....towards the end...when I really want to be mean and bitchy and rude and indifferent...WHY don't you get what you'v asked for? Oh well...its quite true that what you asked for was a bit tad too much...but WHY does it have to be 'too much' everytime? AND...that you remain all alone...even the meeniest to tiniest creature gets what they'v asked for ha! (half of which is not true...but its OK as long as its MY blog!!)  So basically, you never get anything...at the right time...at the right place...ask WHY? you don't know WHY??? duh ! Cause your stars are are busy vacationing :) They care two hoots about you :) nice no? And believe me...you slowly get used to it...like me, and then one fine day when your stars actually take pity on you and decide to shine down, you disown them...and then starts the conflict between you and your stars(with Mother Luck on their side)...Now whose to complain if you don't ever get lucky? tell me! Oh wait...who is even complaining in the first place :|
WHY do we have to stand people whom you TOTALLY can't stand...even if your life depended on them?? Well...thats cause THAT is a way to make you feel how hapless you actually are...you can almost picture the Gods laughing at you...Like...What the fuck ??? this hyper awesome human can't run away from a single person???!!!! But hey...as far as I know...these humans who so get on your lastest nerve know very well the art of FOLLOWING you around !!!!!! so basically...its just like Velcro ! can't do much...can you? if yes...then let me know!!! May be I can get this pseudo latex mask which can make me completely unrecognizable...won't that work??? hoping around with the mask??? how cool is that!!! may be it turns into some sort of a fashion statement :D :| Oh well...THIS just shows how freaked I am !
WHY do we have to smile...smile...AND smile for things we don't really want to agree to? Is it cause smiling is a means of just showing your approval...you mean it or you don't...even the devils neighbor wouldn't care ! initially you actually feel you CAN rebel and WILL go against those things...MAKE LIFE DIFFICULT for those doers...but then...gradually when you realize that Lady Luck hates you...and totally LOVES them...all this CAN and WILL and REBEL and MAKE LIFE DIFFICULT suddenly seems like some ancient joke...and now you know WHY exactly do you just smile ??? :)
WHY do we exactly have to embarrass ourselves??? tell you WHY? Basically cause thats the only thing you excel at...like...Looking into your reflection in the window of a car and adjusting your hair while there are people(who you do not know) sitting INSIDE the car...starring at you with shock-n-amusement...and then running away before they lower the pane ... :|  or the worse...You think you are a bit too smart(hah!) and so you complain about your own brother to your mom (for eg) while you'v made sure that he is not in the room...and then...you look up...to see WHAT? well...your bro standing right there...giving you the I-will-kill-you look of the decade...AND to prove your innocence you try and change the topic...but alas! this time your mom too adds to your efforts in embarrassing yourself...and she...acts like a totally amateurish actor and just stats fumbling...you start looking around...she starts looking around...oh well...WHERE is the back up plan now???!!!! look for it....quick...all the while...the intruder is smiling...uhh hh...the smile not exactly means a SMILE...but never mind...you'v already ruined your chances!!! and then...for the next whole week you have to act like your the most angelic angel cum sis on earth...ouch...just landed from heaven ! touche ! Nice no?
And finally...WHY do we live life to impress and not to express? WHY do we get up every day only to think of what we'll be doing to impress someone? WHY do we dress up just to act like Cleopatra who is just about to seduce someone?? :O WHY can't we not see a particular person and still be happy all throughout the day? WHY do we suddenly start acting like we'v always been this oh-i'm-miss-lovely-cum-cutie-cum-smiley-little-sunshine-kid-who-so-loves-giggling-and-making-oh la la kind of expressions everytime we see our hearthrobe ????!!!!! ridiculous no? and the worse is...we whine and crib and bore everyone around us with it...our heart wrenching tales...about what? about how we got all dressed up and still couldn't see that particular fellow. now! think about it...What if the guy/girl totally HATES you...or may be prefers to be in the company of some 3 eyed green monster than look at you...or worse...what if they actually ARE scared of you??? would you like kill them just cause you'v lived life to impress THEM...and now you just WANT them to be impressed...and so...you just WANT them to hold up with you??!! come on...grow up!! Express yourself...Impress yourself...Embarrass yourself...oops...!!! Oh wait...this impress thingy doesn't really make sense to me ha...Anyways...see, I don't really intend to come to any sort of conclusion...cause half of the above stuff are a part of my problamatic life :D May be its just a way to connect to you...thats if you DO live a life half as crazy and silly as mine :D Bottom Line: No talk really makes sense...cause evry talk these days is FREAK TALK :P no?
AND...you have no idea how much more better I feel after blogging...Must do it a little too often...talk crap or will die... ...don't ask WHY though :D



INSANE.................Nandini !!! 

Thursday, November 5, 2009

At the Pearly gate of God

There I was,standing in front of a gate which seemed so different,yet seemed so familiar. Then,from the corner of my eye, I could see God walking right towards me.

Me: "God!!Is that you?"

God:"Yes, it's me.Here is my ID."

He showed me his ID. It read "God,CEO,Heaven Inc."

Me:"Oh My God!!!!!"

God:"Yes??"

Me:"Never mind,it was just an expression."

God:"Dude,completely missed you,good to see you here.How are you?"

Me:"I think dead that I am standing in front of you :"

God:"Happy realization."

Me:"Good thing,I was a bit tired of life anyways. By the way where is the nearest 24/7 located?Need to buy some personal stuff like (vodka) :P before its 2 am."

God:"Its just round the corner,take first left after the entrance."

Me:"Cool, just the way it was in good old G.T.Take a left and just round the corner..nice. Is MD state license a valid ID in heaven?"

God:"You left it on earth dude.But don't worry the guy in there knows you are above the legal age to drink."

Me:"Hey,is that 24/7 wala Sri Lankan guy dead too? He never checked my ID on earth too...nice. Will be fun to make fun of him here as well when Sri Lanka lose their next game against India."

God gives me a blank look.

God:"btw i have a few questions for you, care to answer? "

Me:"Shoot.Be quick please. Need to reach before 2"

And that is when the conversation got a little serious.

God:"Don't you get angry at me for all the pain you suffered?"

Me:"I was, at some point,terribly pissed off. But in that pain you taught me the meaning of life and gave me some valuable lessons. At some point of time, I wanted to give up. But you gave me the courage and the desire along with the pain to keep me going."

God:"Do you really think I am so bad to be hated by so many people?People blame me for all the bad in the world,but rarely thank me for whatever good happens."

Me:"No Dude!!.Its just that you were too kind that you allowed them the freedom to think that way. And people tend to think of you only when they are in the dust, and not when they are soaring in the skies. I have a question though. Why don't you meet people face-to-face? This will help them realize your existence every day of their life."

God:"I am present everywhere. You just need to see me. You can find me in a beautiful sunset, or when I go walking in the woods and see beautiful birds and hear them chirping. I also can be seen in innocent children's eyes, or someone doing something genuinely nice. I answer all your prayers. You just need to find the answer yourself. It is right there. All you need is the vision."

Me:"Ah!!So you ask me questions and then hand over the cheat sheet. All I need to do is find where the answer lies. You give an assignment but you give a sample code. I just need to modify it.Ah, why didn't I realize this when I was alive.You are smart!"

God gives me a disgusted look. . Maybe,it was the cause of my death.

God:"Have you sinned in your life young lady?"

Me:"Uhh..yes. More times than I can count. But,I regret all the sins I have done. I tried to compensate for them as much I could. God, I am sorry. Sorry for hurting people with my senseless and unthoughtful acts."

God:"I appreciate your honesty son.Proceed.Hope you have a good time in here. You need to ring the bell there to get into heaven."

Me:"Thank you."

I took a few steps,paused and looked back at God.

Me:"You knew I answered all those in hurry.I was really thirsty.Don't you?"

God:"Ofcourse Girl!"

I started ringing the bell. It kept ringing and ringing and kept growing irritatingly loud. I rubbed my eyes to see my cell phone ringing. Without my chasma,all I could see is "G....".G??God?What is happening?Am I alive or dead? Where am I? I picked up the cell hesitantly. The voice on the other side said,"Hi duffer,[ it was DODO] kab se call ker rahi hun   y dont you pick up the cell :O
Me:"OOooooK


Still wild, will always be,Nandini !

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

T.I.N.K.E.R.B.E.L.L.!!!




Haffin Haffin Hu!!! Look!!! How stress can affect your way of saying HI..!!!! Anywaz...Lets NOT talk abt saddy saddy things...Lemme talk about somethng that lightens my mood! Err...Not Tangy pleashh!!! *grins* Nah...ronaldo...*teary eyed*......*sigh*...I still like him though!!! ANYWAYS!! Lets talk about TINKERBELL...*beams*
Well...Tinkerbell...(see her pic up there u dodo!!) is this complete sweetheart!!!!! Now that  u'v seen the pic, dont ask me WHAT is she??? *fumes*  Shes this cute little COW *grins* with a silver bell hanging around her neck...Not a REAL cow though...Shez a key chain!!! DAMN cute!!! I must say!!! Brown in colour...a PINK nose....Yellow fluffy locks...the silver bell....A yellow flower...*ohh shooo cute!!*.n For all doz who ask me about  the  flower I tell u shes picked it up while grazing...*glares* Im sooo sick of ppl asking me about it!!!! Swear it, shes damn cute...Ask my friends *they envy me i say!!* n shez got the map of Swiss engraved rite behind her...reminds me of GEOGRAPHY!!!*worried!* Coz shez from Swiss!!!^_^~ My Darling Dad  got her for me!!!! must have thanked my Dad a zillion times!!! Been with me for 4 years(not the Dad u moron...TINKERBELL!!)...4 WHOLE YEARS!!! Attached to a box of mine...shes rite b4 me for half of d day!!! *silly look* Looking at her...Tingling her silver bell....makes me Happy!!!!^_^ Most of the time during Lectures and classes  im either adoring her...or.....zzzzzzzzz....*giggles* n wonder i loooove the game COWS n bulls...(hehehhehe!!) Dodo(read:Anjali!) n me once tried to set her up with Dodoz bugg...(its a key chain too!!!)...lolz..!!! Then on i ask Dodo to stay miles away from my Tinkerbell! I know  i sound damn silly!!!! Come on...Don't tell me  ur surprised...*grins* Anyways...I even go around clicking Tiner's pics...(hehehehe!!) n my friends and family  r sick of that! but at the end of the day...I loooove my Tinkerbell! n im sure shes worth it...I mean...must hav got 1001 compliments from everyone  already!!!!
Dont know what would I do if i ever loos  her...*shudders*...i really dont wanna....swear! Till then...she is with  me...^_^...n  u know what??? I even celebrate her B.day durin the First week of November...so wish her Happy B.day ppl *giggles* I know u mst be actually wondering WTS RONG wid me! Never mind....! Thats it about Tinkerbell.. She'll be damn happy that i actually blog about her...*omg*!!!! *tell my friends*--->Don't give me that exasperated look ppl!!!!! U hav to c HER wenever u meet me...hehehhe!!...



Still wild, will always be,Nandini !

Sunday, November 1, 2009

I Wont .... I Will Not .

Its after ages that I got this  free time  to myself!! I decided, like always, to do something, like something productive! And surprisingly I did!! I did afterall clear up my shoe cabinet  and this little cabinet I use to dump everything into, everything means everything! Towards the end of it, I had this huuuuuuuge pile of things I decided I would chuck out. Shoes, flippers, chappals, formal wear, stuff to be worn on kurtis, more flippers, more chappals, some flats which I brought myself and had completely forgotten about, some which I NEVER wore after say a few times, and even after all this, I, currently own precisely 145 pairs of foot wear out of which am sure only very few  are going to be used, really. Over from the cabinet I discovered bottle and bottles of lotions and creams I’v never used, nail paint bottles, glosses, anklets, bangles, watches,  (!!), clips, bands, sachets, age old toothbrushes (!!!), atleast a zillion earrings, long forgotten notes of $10, even a music player!!! My next target is my wardrobe, and that pile is going to be yet another story altogether!! Basically, when I actually got thinking about when and how and why did I buy most of this stuff and when and how and why did I forget about it, I realized that THIS junk is only a little chunk of the massive pile of things, people, commitments, resolutions, ideas, grudges, favors etc etc that we forget. And I mumbled an oath to myself, like I always do, to never forget things now on.
Oh yes, that does mean that I will now on wear/use stuff I buy, not once or twice, but over and over again, just to please those things who died waiting to be worn/used by me :)
I will never buy stuff which is black in color, cause most of the stuff I chucked out was black in color.
I will never buy clothes from  Nordstrom cause most of the stuff I buy from there does not appeal to me after I get back home.
I will not wait till nail paints dry up and then convince myself that adding nailpaint remover will un-dry it and never end up actually doing it.
I will never buy anything apart from lip gloss and kajal, the only things I actually use.
I will never stock sachets and sachets of shampoo only to change the brand altogether.
I will never buy girlie or frilly tops, singlet’s, tunics or stuff of that sort cause I bloody can’t see myself dress up like a Barbi Dall .


I will never talk to Pooja (cause if I do, I will end up screaming and abusing her, and , Gyaani ji says we shouldn’t talk ill or make fun of others…no no no)
I will not pass comments on how my  prof looks like a dried mango seed, precisely (cause Gyaani ji says we shouldn’t talk ill or make fun of others…no no no)
I will never pass a comment on anyone’s fashion sense may they be wearing orange striped denim or torn stockings (you already know why :P)
I will not loiter around in the Cafeteria every  day, munch on random stuff a bit less even when am not hungry.
I will not suck on a straw until I can feel the taste of the plastic glass.
I will not waste my time , instead go to the library and study.
I will try and not be the last one to enter my  class, and the first one to leave.
I will not think about " someone" in class.
I will stop wearing a watch, so that i wont be tempted to check the time every second .
I will not listen to Kelly [ my new friend ] even if she has something interesting to tell me, like the guy on the last bench resembles a lizard or worse, like the freaky kid from The Grudge. No I wont laugh till I cry and get distracted even when she imitates and screams like the freaky kid.
I will not take people to places I myself don’t know about.
I will not sleep in the train, cause these days I don’t always get up at the right stop.
I will not go to class at all if I get up on the wrong side of the bed.
I will not go ahead with the day if I spot a spider  in the morning.
I will not put myself to sleep listening to Superstar and then have the stupid song stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
I dont know what it is,
That makes me feel like this,
I dont know who you are,
But you must be some kind of superstar,
Coz you got all eyes on you no matter where you are,
(you just make me wanna play)
Oh and I also wont ever walk out unintentionally when Mom’s talking, she dint talk to me for a good whole day the last time after that.
Oh and I’ll stop treating my blog like Paris Hilton treats her pet pooch, like groom it and all…just shows HOW jobless I really am inspite of having such a long NOT to-do list :/

Yes, I wont.

Still wild, will always be,Nandini !

Friday, October 30, 2009

wicked talk with friends

Segment 1:
So we were  in Anjali's room and I casually flicked an ant off the wall. This is when it all started. Anjali  looks at the ant with pity and says, “What a life it has. No exams. No boy to irritate her. No tension at all”. (Yup, we assumed it’s a female)
Me: “But poor thing, she climbed all the way up the wall and I just flicked her off. How many times does she climb up like this on her thin legs?”
Thus, we discussed the pros and cons of being an ant.


Segment 2:

 Anjali: “The course is never ending!! You know Ravana?”
Me: giving wtf look to her.
Anjali: “Oh of course, you know Ravana.
Me: wtf look continues.
Anjali : So when Ram killed Ravana, they went back to Ayodhya naa?
Me: wtf look continues since I’m clueless as to where this is heading to. From our suckedup student life  and never ending course to Ravana?
Anjali: So they went on this vahana where one seat would increase despite the number of people who climbed on the vahana.
Me: Uhuh…
Anjali: (beaming with joy) So our course is like the vahana !! Keeps increasing like that one seat !!
both: rofl for the next 20 minutes.

Segment 3:

Scene: Outside our  classrooms, 15 minutes before the exam. Disha had her bunch of 4 months worth of xeroxed notes in her arms and I was trying to balance my bunch of notes.Disha suddenly looks on the wall and puts her fingers and imitates  pooja bhai saab on that wall. :P We discussed during those 15 minutes whatever we had discussed the night before and shamelessly laughed at the fact that we were discussing the stupid discussion again.

We came out of the exam, beaming, not because the exam was over.
Disha: So, how was it?
Me: Ahh….
Disha: Yeah, same. Anyway, I have thought of the perfect dress I’m going to buy for my sister’s wedding.
(Notice the conversation regarding the exam doesn’t last for more than 10 seconds)
Me: When is it? It’s not until next year end, right?
Disha: Yeah…
Me: Let’s shop for bags when we go back home this time, ok?
And we don't bother discussing the exam or thinking bout the next exam at all.

Is it the drastic effect of 5semesters and  endless  examinations that we have undergone which has made us like this?

P.s- Would you believe me if I said that the exam actually was decent for both of us?


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Stuff Desis Like


Ok,I have to write something about US[ the desis ppl ].

When I refer to "desis", I'm referring to Indians who are temporarily/permanently settled in the abroad  Some entries in the list below come from self experience, some come from observations. Here is the list of some stuff which desis like, not necessarily in the order in which it is listed.

1. Toyota/Honda: This HAS to be the first entry in the list. I have rarely seen a desi driving a car other than Toyota or Honda. Some distinguish themselves from this lot by owning a Nissan. But the reason for it is obvious - high mileage, low cost of maintainance and "Arree, even  I bought the same car a couple of  years ago,  having no problems with it so far." :P

2. Maggi: Lifeline of desi students.

3. Orkut: Tell me a desi who does not check orkut every hour, if not more frequently. Desis also like to change their name on Orkut to something like "Happy Diwali to all" or "India beat Australia,yippee" or "Three days for semester break" or the more concerned "Rahul- Im bck,redefyng mah lyfe" . Incase you are searching for a friend and do not find him, chances are he will be one of the people above.

4. Orkut pics: Wherever a desi goes, he should have a pic taken and displayed on Orkut as a display pic, or create a seperate album for it. If a desi goes along with his gang of friends(which is usually the case) to Statue of Liberty for example, each will have 5 types of pics taken- only the monument, desi and monument, desi and best friend and monument, desi and entire gang, desi and entire gang and monument.

5. Russell Peters: RP ROX \m/..Desis relate to him since he is the only desi standup comedian they know, and his jokes are for the desis.He is just awesome. If you do not know who Russell Peters is, then search on youtube. "Somebody is gonna get a hurt real badddd"

6. Successive use of a word: Come,come!!Read this,read this!! Get the drift? Repeating a word or a phrase is the most preferred way of stressing importance , being polite, being assertive, passionately agreeing, requesting a favor or wherever suited. Examples of it include ordering at restaurants ("bring two,two"), welcoming guests ("sit,sit"), appreciating someone or something ("good,good"),or just generally("hmm hmm,yes yes" and "sure,sure") and ya don't forget the big("OK")

7. Cricket: Ah, how can I forget cricket. Its a religion, and most desis follow it. Inspite of the time difference, desis regularly follow the Indian team matches. Desis hunt for all possible websites for live streaming ("live-cricket-links.com"). And incase they are unable to watch the live streaming at work/university, then Cricinfo to the rescue. Cricket is religion, Sachin Tendulkar is God.

8. Fellow Desis: Desis love fellow desis. They are comfortable with them, irrespective of the part of India the other person is from. At any given place, desis will be looking around to see if there are any other desis. Even in case of chicks, a desi will look at a desi chick for a second longer than any other blonde/redhead/black(?) chick. And it is not too difficult to strike up a conversation with a fellow desi. Common questions include "Where in India are you from?"," How long have you been here?","So, doing your masters?ohk,what is your major?ohk CS,so are you into databases/distributed networks/security?"

9. Staring: Lets face it. Desis stare, with or without realizing they are doing so. And it is not just the female gender  we stare ...........we stare at one and all. we stare at fellow desis to see if we know them or which part of India he/she is from. We stare at firangs and then wonder why they go around saying hellos and hi to you. What else do you expect them to do if they are stared at??They are not desis, they are not used to it. Desis probably do not stare at our Afro-American big brothas, since they will stare back at you. This leads to uncomfortable sitations for the desi, since he has been told to stay away from these supposedly beast looking ppl.:P(no offence).

10. Desi restaurants: Desis love desi restaurants. But obvious. They love it even if the food is bad, ambience is pathetic and its far away from where you stay.

11. Saunf: For the uninitiated , saunf or fennel seeds are the thin little ridged green grain-like thing that desis love to chew on after hearty meals (often times in alarmingly large quantities, almost constituting a large after-meal) . While desis swear by its “mouth freshening” qualities (altoids, be gone!), it also gives them an opportunity to weild their toothpicks to achieve instant dental pleasure (otherwise achieved by the “hygiene no bar - whatever it takes” rule. hint: it grows on your fingers :P). 4 desis going to a restaurant means the small(in desi terms) cup of saunf kept near the exit is empty when they leave.

12. Copying: Desis love copying, and it is a well known fact even across the universities in the US. I doubt if there will be a single university in the US which has not had a case of a desi involved in plagirism. If not his friends, desi will look for answers on Google. And copying is not just restricted to academics. Some part of what you have been reading has also been copied from the Internet. We are well aware of the desi films copying storylines, music and what not from foreign films.

13. Torrentz/Limewire: Desis love these things for free downloads. With the high speed internet which they did not get back in India, desis love these for downloading anything and everything possible. The free downloads include music albums, just released films, and much more.  "You fucking filthy downloaders!!":P

14. Google: Desis love Google. To know the reasons a desi uses Google for, please Google it out.

15. White friends: All desis like to be friends with white people. More than being friends with them, they like to show off and talk about them. How many times have you heard a desi rant "You know last weekend when I had gone out WITH MY FRIENDS ADAM, MATT AND HIS GIRLFRIEND RACHEL.......". Some desis would call you near them and show their facebook profile saying "Hey, look at this chick. She is a friend from university". 85% of these white chicks wouldn't even have said anything excpet the courteous hi's and hellos. But our desi friend thinks that she has the hots for him.

16. McDonald's: Desis love McDonald's for 3 main reasons: Dollar menu, dollar menu and dollar menu. Typical order from a desi at MacD "I will have 1 burger, 1 fries and 1 coke. Chicken burger haa. And coke refill is free na?"

17. Swearing: Desis love to swear. Infact, all Indians are genetically potent swearers. Desis add a special twist to the usual swearing - "Fuck you biatch,bhaindchod". And they say this to even the firangs. As if that poor guy is gonna understand the last word of the sentence.

18. Sharing: Desis love to share - be it pirated softwares, books, clothes or cars. If a desi finds something interesting on the net, he will share it with other desis - "hey..look at this new mms clip. mast maal hai" or "hey,look at this website, it contains the code for our assignment;but make sure you change it a bit". Not only is the virtue of sharing used to save money but it is also used to save space. Desis achieve this by making sure that there is at least one more person than the legal number of people allowed to stay in the apartment.

19. Desi parties: Desi parties can be held in various locations ranging from offcampus apartments to downtown night clubs, with many reasons or no reasons whatsoever. The party is hyped weeks in advance, mainly through word of mouth publicity. Gals with skimpy costumes and dudes with jackets and gelled hair are present everywhere. 'Mundiya tu bachke rahi' is the DJ's most favourite song at every desi party. A desi , free-style, everyone-is-invited brawl is as much a necessity of every party as the punjabi music :)

20. INDIA: Last but not the least, each desi loves India, our homeland. No matter how much they crib about India, deep down each and every one of them loves it.

Ofcourse, there are many more things which desis like. However, these were the few which came to my mind when I thought of it.

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

I feel

I have seen my enemy, and she looked just like me
trying to believe; she breathe just like me
among million assertions, lonely she feel
She could only see as far I can see

dull in her eyes, similar look on her face
and she masked her fears with the same grace
limping, she walked the floor of doubt
and thoughts created a life without trace


She surrendered to the pain
She spoke her words in vain
don't know where she was going
it's been a while when she was sane

My face was scarred with the guilt
I was saddened to the hilt
Time to ride the winds of hope
Have to break the wall I built

She looked at me with a smile
I figured out I was lost for a while
I was numb by the screaming truth
I realize, I have to go an extra mile

I want to meet her again
don't want to see her the same
with flash of bliss in her eyes
her heart will not sink in shame

I woke up stunned from the beep
There are promises I have to keep
I fiddled with my sheets as I felt weak
No, I just cannot sleep

I have seen my enemy, and she looked just like me!

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

1-800-O-My-God.

I don't know how to tell you this guyz but sometime around the DIWALI my dear MUM went to gurudware, there she met some dude i guess who could tell my horoscope, and sure enough they prepared my birth horrorscope (nope, there's no typo there).It was written in that tiny booklet, which looked more like an owner's manual to me,It was written in some gibberish language ,It made me a little restless and I had indigestion all week thinking about it, how could someone predict what I was going to be like when they have never even met me and. . Without talking to me, without knowing me, some dude just drew up a user manual about me for my mum. And I don't even believe in God, religion and all the mumbo-jumbo associated with it. I wanted to find out how was that possible. What happened to all the science and all the logic that existed with it. But who will unravel all these secrets to me.

Where there's a will, there's a way, of course. So I set out on the internet, looking for "THE" phone number. And then - Jackpot.

I'd found God's own personal phone number. Not the board, but His personal number. As I started dialing the number, my hands somehow started shaking, I was calling God after all. It wasn't OBAMA, it was GOD. Somehow, I managed to dial the number - 1-800-O-My-God. The line on the other side rang for about ten seconds before it was picked up by someone with a very kind voice.

God: Hi, this is God. I'm very sorry, my caller ID unit is not working, so could you please tell me who's calling?

Nandini: Hi, sir. This is Nandini Arya.

God: Oh! Dude! How are you? Long time. I thought you were one of those seeking blessings for a good 'afterlife' once you go out and blow yourself up in my name. Man, I hate that kinda publicity, makes me look so bad. And just so you know, the guy who suggested that PR strategy has been fired. But that bugger leaked out my number to all the call centers in India and they keep harassing me with all the things they are trying to sell these days. Anyway, that's just something I have to deal with. So, tell me, what are you up to these days?

Nandini: Well, sir...

God: Hey, you can call me "dude", man. So, you were telling me what are you up to these days? No mischief, I hope?

Nandini: Oh well, dude. Writing a blog, but that's all, nothing more.

God: Hmm... then it's okay.

Nandini: Anyway, I have had a few questions. You think you have some time?

God: Sure thing, fire away.

Nandini: First of all, what's with all the religious crazies?

God: I don't know, man. I am still confused whether to give them a little more time to clean up their act or show them what the real fuss over Armageddon is all about. And I'm not talking about unleashing Bruce Willis on them, I'm talking the real stuff.

Nandini: Fair enough. And can you please explain to me even when I don't believe in you (sorry about that) and things like religion, rituals, horrorscopes etc., how was that dude able to predict things about me when I was born.

God: Oh dude!! Lucky guess, I'd say. Those guys write just about anything and if it comes true they want all the credit and if anything goes wrong, they wanna have nothing to do with it. Besides, I've seen your file, I remember. Your lifestyle is okay by me, really. So don't sweat it and take it easy.

Nandini: Phew! Big burden off me. Thanks again for everything, dude. Oh, just a thought, have you tried changing the batteries of your caller ID unit?

God: Hey, hey, hey!!! Look who created a genius? Man, I'm good!!

Nandini: Ha! Showoff!!

God: Oi, thou shalt not tempt the lord, huh?

Nandini: Mah bad!!

God: Take care, dude. Have fun and live easy.

With all my questions answered and my belief system intact, I drank cup of milk grabed my book and went of to study.

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Scared? Me? No!

Look at that!
That blatant Truth staring at me... unwilling to waver it's gaze.

I am scared. Am I?
Probably not. But its just a scary thought of this Truth coming closer to me. I can't help it though. It will eventually reach up to me with those glaring Red eyes which I dread. Damn it! Where is that pile of sand which i want to bury my head into? Or that time machine which can either take me back or forward 2 1/2 months right now (does that time period ring a bell anyone?) . I don't want to face what is coming my way.

It's curiosity mixed with anticipation. Its this parallel duality of what i romanticize and... well and the truth of the present circumstances. I don't mind either to be frank. But like all those who know me well enough can guess...I cant stand not knowing or not being able to help 'it'.

So what should i do?
The Plan Of Action (POA) as of now is to just deal with it. Distract myself till this feeling dies. (distraction=sand box??? no maybe just fight back n get lost in world of the books )

Stop staring you horrid beast with bloodshot eyes[just in case you don't know what it is, It is my step1 exam eeeeeeeehhhhhh ]. You might not realize it but the effect of your appearance is freaky. Go away. Or maybe attack me from behind. I am good with handling surprise attacks. But this? Not happening!
*secretly meditates*:)



Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Friday, October 16, 2009

Happy Diwali !!!!!!!!!!!!




No! I’m not going to publish a long, boring post about the origin of Diwali, the significance of the festival of lights, the meaning of Dhanteras, the bhai dooj ritual or the clichéd explanation of the triumph of good over evil…

I wanna keep it simple!

So dear dear readers…wishing you all a rocking and fun filled-safe-eco friendly Diwali and a prosperous New Year!

To hell with calories, to hell with recession…I’m going to have the time of my life!

Cheers!


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Thursday, October 15, 2009

No Scream Waxing Please!!!!!!!!

Painless Waxing Please!
Painless Waxing Please!

Wouldn't life be so much easier if us women had naturally hairless legs? Or perhaps if it was socially acceptable for us to have hairy legs?

Sigh...

I know for a fact that hairy women and fuzzy armpits gross men out! Okay chuck men out of it, I believe every lady should maintain that basic level of hygiene and sanitation for herself at least!

Like any other woman, I get my timely waxing done and I generally don’t crib about the PAIN associated with it. But what happened today is something that’ll be etched in my memory forever.

I have a rather sensitive skin so for me it’s double the pain, double the agony! This b**** waxing me was inhuman, insensitive, ruthless, merciless, heartless, callous, cruel, cold, brutal and all the other synonymous thrown up by Merriam-Webster.

She was amateurish and she sucked at her work. She was bitching about her mother-in-law, whining about her toothache, hair-loss & weight, she cribbed about the soaring prices, she even spoke at length about her birthmark and how much her husband loved it, and she even bitched about the other females working there. I wanted to SCREAM…will you please shut the F*** up! Why don’t you channelize all that unproductive energy to the task at hand!

I was seething with rage and her constant bullshitting and apathy only added to my trauma. I swallowed my anger and I politely asked her to tone down her pace. She was way too harsh and violent. I requested her to be a little more considerate and compassionate, but it seems my request fell on deaf ears.

I was so pissed that I had to escalate the matter and bring it to her boss’s notice. The kind lady looked into the matter and gave her an earful. Okay I’m feeling guilty about it; I hope her job is not at stake. But WTF, I almost died and such things should be reported so that others don’t have to put up with pain and trauma.

I swear I’m still wincing in pain!

Regular waxing, Brazilian waxing, this waxing, that waxing…it all HURTS like mad! Why do we women have to go through so much pain I wonder! Be it waxing, threading, pmsing and even those Herculean 9 months of pregnancy. I shudder at the thought of coping with labor pain. Only at such times, I feel envious of my brother!

Even THREADING (eyebrows) calls for a trained practitioner. Tears roll down my face every time I get it done!

It takes nerves of steel to be a woman. To get a wax done, to get threading done!

As someone rightly said: NO PAIN, NO GAIN! We women have to pay such a HUGE price to look pretty!

P-S: Kindly refrain from suggesting shaving, plucking, electrolysis, laser, hair-removal creams and other options! Thank you!

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

Monday, October 12, 2009

WHY WHY WHY???

Note: This post will not be easy to read. Lots of rambling and complaining and whining involved.


I’m not the kind of person who gets pissed off easily. Who am I kidding? I am that kind of person. Brash. Irrational. But this time, my patience has been tested for more than i can handle . In other words, my patience has finally ditched me. Why do bad things keep happening ? It was one whole month of peace and quiet and suddenly, downpour. Why did this happen ? I have begun to have a murderous intent…..And the picture in my head right now, believe me guys, it’s not very pretty….and the ideas in my head, partly coz I’ve spend my day playing Hitman, aren’t pleasant either….Is it so difficult for some people to just get real ? Or do they get the idea only when they are made to back off? Is the cliché ‘Old habits die hard’ true? I know I’m sounding like a schizophrenic now. But seriously, I could murder right now…..or at least, break a nose, for sure. The one emotion which my aura would be radiating right now is –IRRITATION. I feel like screaming into a pillow. Are there some people put into this world just to make you feel wretched?



Sigh.






P.S. I know its not cool to complain. But I'm feeling a bit better already.


THIS POST IS NOT SEALED AND KISSED BY NANDINI !

Are You Clumsy Too..?

Sigh. I hate being so clumsy. Although I provide a funny incident and am a part of interesting stories in silent moments, I am not actually proud of it. In college, I have to bang my leg somewhere or trip over something. My lab coat always gets stuck at door handles resulting in broken buttons or torn pockets. And at least once a week I spend time sewing buttons on to it again. I knock over coffee cups. I forget that my cell phone is kept on my lap and I stand up. I get shampoo in my eyes every time I take a hair bath. I spill something or the other on myself whenever I wear white. I have even banged my head on to a clean window! I have banged my shoulder onto door frames many times. The worst part about everything is that I laugh aloud when something silly happens to me. Not because I find it funny, but I try to hide my embarrassment when I do that. I have hit my head while getting out of the car and slammed the car door on to my fingers. I trip while walking almost every day. I have kind of desensitized my parents to loud bangs and crashes. When someone asks me how I got a bruise or a scratch, my answer is “I don’t know!” I can be elegant and graceful when it comes to writing, coz whenever I make a horrible mistake, there is always a backspace button waiting patiently for me. But in real life, I feel so ham-fisted and clumsy. I guess writing chose me instead of the other way!


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Thursday, October 8, 2009

No one strokes my hair like Mum !!

When I’m low, I just need to bury my head in mum’s lap. That’s heaven on earth for me. Everything else pales into comparison. I love the soothing feel of her hands; I love the warmth in her voice. I love the way she kisses me, I love the way she hugs me, I love the way she calls me embarrassing nick names and I love the way she frantically calls me when I’m late. I also enjoy her occasional nagging and lecturing.

Mum’s the world: My life revolves around her; even if we don’t communicate regularly, even if we are at loggerheads, even if we choose to disagree on some issues. The fact is I CAN’T LIVE WIHTOUT HER.

My mum loves me unconditionally. I’ve been a bitch at times, I’ve misbehaved, and she- she has loved me the same. She continues to love me regardless of any changes in my behavior. This is such a motherly trait.

God! I feel awful, I feel guilty about those times.

Only mums are capable of loving unconditionally. Isn’t it?

No one can ever love me like my mum. I’m convinced. No one can stroke my hair like she does.

My mum invariably feels I’ve not eaten enough. (even if I’ve eaten like a pig). She doesn’t get bored of telling me I’ve lost weight, I’ve become anemic and that I’m not eating enough. (This is preposterous considering the way I’ve been hogging of late. And I’m far from anemic). Mothers will be mothers!

There are times when I’m convinced I’m looking my worst and she’ll still (confidently) tell me I’m looking stunning. Man! Mothers are sooo cute!

I really look up to my mother- for the way she has brought me up, for the values she has instilled in me, for the innumerable sacrifices she has made, for the way she has conducted herself, for the way she has handled the family.

I love the way mom pampers me and puts me to sleep when I’m not feeling my best . I love the way she cooks; I love the way she feeds me with her own hands.:)

I somehow feel very scared of losing my mother. I have this gnawing fear. I don’t know why and I HATE this feeling. :(


Sealed with kiss by Nandini !

Sunday, October 4, 2009

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me.....

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, And I’m Not There To See,
If The Sun Should Rise And Find Your Eyes, All Filled With Tears For Me,

I Wish So Much You Wouldn’t Cry, The Way You Did Today,
While Thinking Of The Many Things We Didn’t Get To Say.

I Know How Much You Love Me, As Much As I Love You,
And Each Time That You Think Of Me, I Know You’ll Miss Me Too.

But When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, Please Try To Understand,
That An Angel Came And Called My Name And Took Me By The Hand.

And Said My Place Was Ready In Heaven Far Above,
And That I’d Have To Leave Behind, All Those Things I Dearly Love.

But As I Turned To Walk Away, A Tear Fell From My Eye,
For All My Life, I’d Always Thought, I Didn’t Want To Die.

I Had So Much To Live For, So Much Yet To Do,
It Seemed Almost Impossible, That I Was Leaving You.

I Thought Of All The Yesterdays, The Good Ones And The Bad,
I Thought Of All The Love We Shared, And All The Fun We Had.

If I Could Relive Yesterday, Just Even For A While,
I’d Say Goodbye And Kiss You, And Maybe See You Smile.

But Then I Fully Realized, That Could Never Be,
For Emptiness And Memories, Would Take The Place Of Me.

And When I Thought Of Worldly Things, I Might Miss Come Tomorrow,
I Thought Of You, And When I Did, My Heart Was Filled With Sorrow.

But When I'll WalkThrough Heaven’s Gates, I'll Feel So Much At Home.
When God'll Look Down And Smile At Me, From His Great Golden Throne.

He'll say, “This Is Eternity, And All I’ve Promised You.
Today Your Life On Earth Is Past, And Here It Starts Anew”.

“I Promise No Tomorrow, But Today Will Always Last,
And Since Each Day’s The Same Day, There’s No Longing For The Past”.

“But You Have Been So Faithful, So Trusting And So True,
Though There Were Times You Did Some Things, You Know You Shouldn’t Do”.

“But You Have Been Forgiven, And Now At Last You’re Free,
So Won’t You Take My Hand Now And Share My Life With Me”.

So When Tomorrow Starts Without Me, Don’t Think We’re Far Apart,
For Every Time You Think Of Me, I’m Right Here In Your Heart


Sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

Friday, October 2, 2009

Dad's joke :)))))

This post is all about MY Dad's Joke. All of us children would be familiar with them. First the joke is cracked. Mom smiles appreciatively. My Brothers and I raise my eyebrows questioningly asking whether that was a joke. Mom shoots a glare. It obviously worked, as bros and I laugh out loud in typical LOL style. They are the Dad Jokes. Maybe I'm doing a sad job explaining them. I'll show you some examples. My bros and I started noting them down (Literally noting down. Though in our generation, literally 'typing' them down on the cell phone, so that we remember all of them. This blog post was plotted since so many months. Muhuhahaha.)

1)I met a guy called Aman Puri who was living near my friend Amy's place when I went to her home. I used to crib about him to my parents. One day his parents called us for dinner. So we supposed to go to his place[ according to me that was a bad idea], so anyway my mom asked me whether I wanted something special for dinner that night, coz she knew i wont go to his house .Before I could answer, she giggled at something Dad said.
And DAD said....."She will want to eat anything except Puri."
heheheheh. Right!! :P


2) Whenever I see Dhoni, Dravid, Zaheer's pics on billboards, or on any poster,newspaper or whatever, I announce "Dhoniiiii" or "Draviiiiiiid" joyfully.
So, I see Dhoni's photo endorsing Sonata watches on the back of a bus[in the Indian newspaper] . . I squealled "Dhoniiiii" as usual. Dad stares at MSD smiling casually back at him. I shrank back into next to him , expecting a Dad joke coming.:)
The wisecrack- "Dhoni used to hang out of the buses when he was young. And he still hangs out of the buses when he's famous."

3)At work, there was a guy called Vikram working with my Dad.There was another guy along with him and on that particular day, the other guy had not appeared if office.
My Dad rocks. He calls Vikram and asks,
"Oye Vikram. Betaal kaha hai??"!!

4)My and I family went to "Solly" for shopping for clothes n stuff Dad looks at Solly's board outside the shop and turns to me and Amit.
"If Solly doesn't have the clothes we want, what will they say?"
He knows we both are dumb, so he won't wait for an answer.
He shows his 100 watt smile. "Solly, we don't have it."
Amit and I manage a warm, fake smile while mom laughs dutifully.



TO BE CONTINUE ...