Most ask questions about me.

So here i go ..
1. What does your user name mean?
Nandini .... means daughter, one who brings joy,In Sanskrit, it means daughter.

2. Elaborate on your photo on your blog .
This is my version of the Simpson ..:)

3. How many comments do you have?
Total? Squillions. Who's going to sit and count all of 'em? :D

4. What's your current relationship status?
TAKEN! :D

5. What exactly are you wearing right now?
Clothes. :)
(What do YOU wear? Animal hide?!)

6. What is your current problem?
That I have to study for my USMLE .

7. What do you love the most?
What? My phone. :)
Who? That's a secret. :D

8. What makes you most happy?
Ummmmmmm... blogging, , talking on the phone, my favourite people, reading, good food, shopping... don't make me start! :D

9. Are you musically inclined?
Ahem. I sing all the time but I wouldn't go so far as to say that I'm good. :P

10. What would you do if you woke up one morning and found out you were on cocaine?
Pata kaise chalta hai? I've never taken cocaine before...:D

11. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?
Nothing. I am who I am because of the way my life has been so far.

12. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day, what would you be?
A cat. Sexy, cunning, independent. Woohoo!

13. Ever had a near-death experience?
Well .... lets not talk about it .

14. Name an obvious quality you have.
Umm, errr, hmmmm... I don't know!!! YOU tell me. :)

15. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?
Pleas don't leave me by pink ..

16. Are you happy today?
well im ok type today.


17. Who will cut and paste this first?
I have no idea :D

18. Name someone with the same birthday as you.
Sarah Thompson. :)

19. Do you have a secret crush on someone?
Nope. :)

20. Do you have a garbage disposal in your kitchen sink?
Yes :) and Dustbins bhi hain. All over my house. :D

21. Have you ever been in a fight?
Yup. Even slapped and kicked some people. HARD. :P

22. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
Are you kidding me.?

23. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex?
Hands. :D

24. What's your biggest mistake?
Nothing of that magnitude really. Small lil things that can usually be fixed, forgiven and forgotten. :)

25. Say something totally random about you.
I love black .

26. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
Ummmm some ppl say i look like Esha Deol apparently. I dought it :D

27. Are you comfortable with your height?
Yup. !!

28. What is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?
That is a secret. :)
Although I've had songs sung to me, letters written to me... all 'awwwwwww' moments. :)

29. What are your favorite smells?
My home :)

30. What's something that really annoys you?
People telling me to 'chill', people not replying back to me .

31. What's something you really like?
I like to be with my family and friend mostly the special someone :)

32. Do you give random hugs and kisses?
Not really.

33. What's the latest you have ever stayed up?
I've spent sleepless nights before exams and talking to some one I love the most :)

34. Have you ever been rushed to the emergency room?
Yes :(

sealed with a kiss by Nandini!
Thank you !!

let's talk about sperm... on your face :)

gross topic right? well apparently some people have been playing around with sperm (as you do) and slapped some on their faces (as you do) and discovered that the male discharge is apparently an anti-wrinkle wonder. A Norwegian company named Bioforskning (bio foreskining? wtf!) has synthesised a compound found in sperm that apparently is a great wrinkle fighter.

"The company has synthesised spermine, an organic compound found in sperm, and used it as an ingredient in its SkinScience range of serums, skin creams and eye creams. New York magazine reports New York City's Townhouse Spa offers spermine treatments, where the cream is slathered over skin then ultrasound and infrared light is used to help the product penetrate the lipid barrier."

Umm... no thanks.

well what about this wrinkle buster here. it is made from... get this... "harvested foreskin cells". so thats what happens after the circumcision... and here i was thinking they just threw that thing in the bin...

once again... no thanks.

sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

To the mouse in my kitchen :)

Dear mouse,

I've seen you scurrying up and down the walls n running around million times, but (un)fortunately, I never really had the pleasure of getting to know you more closely. And then this morning, I find you behind a little 'dabba' in the kitchen !

Now, this isn't the best arrangement, you know? I'm scared to turn the tap on, because everytime I do, you squirm and twitch and try to find something to hide under. I don't want to put utensils in here because I'm scared that I'll crush you. And have you seen our maid? She's as HUGE as a sumo wrestler and trust me, you do not want HER evicting you from your newfound abode.

I don't know how and why you decided to frequent the kitchen or how you ended up in the here, but sweetheart, seeing as things around you are so wrought with peril, could you please figure out a way to leave?


P.S. You're more than welcome to stick around though. :)
sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

real friendship !!

The world around me is tangible, real. I have friends who I can meet. With whom I can talk face to face.
The world around is me is hazy, mysterious. I have friends whom I have never met and may not meet anytime soon.

Which do you think would be more dear to me?

The unseen ones are my most beloved. For because we cannot meet and have not seen each other we treasure each other with a fierce passion. Their messages wake me up every morning, full of love, cheer and wishes for a good day. I know I can talk to them anytime about anything and that they won't judge me. Phone calls are treats and I look forward to them like a child awaiting for Christmas.

We subsist on plans to meet while blogging together, e mailing, orkuting...we're in touch everywhere in every way. We understand each other perfectly, even completing each others' sentences. Their calls and wishes are the first I get on my birthday and when I'm low, no one cheers me up better than they do.

Yes I have amazing people all around me in daily life. But those who are not around daily, make my life more amazing EVERYDAY. :)


sealed with a kiss by Nandini!

Gabbar v/s Balu

NOTE:..The plot required me to use hindi dialogues. However, I have tried my best to transliterate each dialogue for those who don't understand hindi. The ones who understand hindi kindly read only the hindi dialogues and skip the transliterated ones written in brackets for each dialogue. And my friends who dont understand hindi, kindly read the lines put in bracket only. Get ready for one more humour shot!
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“Main teen tak ginoonga! Uss se pehle bahaar nikal jaa warna main teri darling ko goli maar doonga”
(“I will only count till three. If you don’t show me turn up before that I will shoot your darling”)

“Abhe tere goli se kaun darta hain bhe? Aur bechaari ladki par kya heroism dikha raha hain. Maa ka doodh piya hain toh mere saamne aa.” Balu shouted back at the villain
(“Who is scared of your bullets? And don’t show your heroism before a helpless girl. If you have ever had Maa ka doodh (don’t know how to translate that), then face me” Balu shouted back at the villain)

“Tu apne aap ko mard bolta hain?? Kahaan chupa baitha hain bhe darpok. Tereko apni darling ki jaan pyaari nahi hain kya??”
(“You call yourself a man?? Where are you hiding you coward? Don’t you care for your darling’s life??”)

“Abhe oye!! Zabaan sambhaal ke baat kar. Tereko koi idea nahi hain ki main tere saath kya kar sakta hoon. Aur desh ke liye ek pyaar toh kya, hazaar pyaar kurbaan” Balu thumped his chest with pride.
(“You!! Mind your tongue. You have no idea what I can do with you. And my love dwarfs in comparison to my love for country. I can sacrifice all my lady love for my country” Balu thumped his chest with pride)

“Main sirf teen tak ginoonga. Uska baad iska khel khatam. Ek…….”
(“I will only count till three. After that this game will be over. One….”)

“Abhe tere se kaun darta hain bhe. Chal Fut!!” Balu gave it back to the villain
(“Who is scared of you? Get lost!!” Balu gave it back to the villain)

“Do……”
(“Two……”)

“Abhe teri maa ne sirf teen tak hi ginati sikhaayi hain kya tereko?? Chal fut yahaan se!!” Balu was shouting at the top of his voice
(“Has your mother taught you to count only till three?? Get lost!!” Balu was shouting at the top of his voice)

“Aur yeh….”
(“And finally….”)

“Dabaa naa trigger. Ruk kyun gaya?? Darpok!!” Balu shot back. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....woo ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha. Darpok kaheenke. Ab main tujhe zinda nahi chodoonga kameene. Ha ha ha ha ha” He started laughing hysterically
(“Pull the trigger. Why did you stop in your tracks?? Coward!!” Balu shot back. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha….woo ho ho ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You coward. Now I won’t spare your life rascal. Ha ha ha ha ha” He started laughing hysterically)

Someone from the crowd shouted. “Please!! Please!! Someone please get this fool to shut his mouth. He is spoiling the movie for all of us. Throw this fool out of the theatre.”

A few torches lit up in the theatre and the guards start scanning the seats. The public points them to the culprit. Guards catch hold of Balu and ask him to leave the theatre. They escort him to the exit gate. Balu resists and puts up a fight. He wriggles out of their hands and runs back to the centre of the theatre. He points his finger at the villain on the screen and bellows,

“Main tujhe zinda nahi chodoonga kutte! Apne din gin na chaalu kar de!”
("I won’t spare your life you dog. Your days are numbered")

He throws a string of abuses directed at the villain on the screen. Guards hold him by the scruff of his neck and throw him out of the theatre.

“Teen….Ab teri darling ko koi nahi bachaa sakta. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Mera naam Gabbar aise hi nahi rakha logon ne!”
(“Three....No one can save your lady love now. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. People have not named me Gabbar for nothing”)

The movie continued....

Nandini..!!

Dear Dad

I remember my first day at school. I must have been three years old? I cried all the way to school and just outside that gate, to distract me, you bought me a shiny pink balloon. I remember the burst of happiness when I held that balloon.

I remember getting lousy results in math and looking at you with tear filled eyes, only to hear you say "It's okay". I have never felt as relieved.

I remember you supporting even my most bizarre ambitions and dreams. When I wanted to be a Jockey , when I wanted 'pink' hair...you never said no.

I remember all my phases. I spent huge amounts on 'cool' clothes, I enrolled in classes I hardly attended, I racked up ginormous phone bills...you were calm throughout, always explaining, never shouting.

I remember how you reacted to my first car accident , my first pair of low jeans, my first ride alone in big bad WASHINGTON .My first time going away from home to college , You were so concerned, agitated...and worried , but you continue to tolerate it all, even though I know it's hard for you sometimes.

I remember you staying up at night when I was studying, calming me down when I refused to give an exam, taking me out after my horrid result. You always gave me strength.

I remember asking you for money when I run out, taking permission from you when others say no, watching film after film with you because no one else will watch that crap. You're my partner in crime.

And now, even though it irks you that I spend hours on my blog instead of studying, you support my writing.you are the first one to read my poems[well most of them] !

Unconditional love and unconditional faith, that's what you've given me. Add that to a few unbearably long lectures, a shouting match or two and a few shared secrets that we've kept from everyone in the house (yes, mum still doesn't know that I broke the lamp and you ordered the new one before she would find out ) we have the perfect father-daughter relationship.

So here's to the first and most important man in my life - I love you daddy. :)

Nandini
P.S. Can I have an advance on next week's allowance?:P
sealed with a kiss!!!!

The Upside Of Being Ugly

People always believe that life sucks for ugly people and pretty people get the best of life all the time. I was reading a magazine article some time ago. It said that even the scientists, having conducted a research, believe that now. Well, those guys would know, that's perhaps all they can do. When was the last time you heard about a scientist guy or girl being a regular in the club circuits?

Anyway, the point here is that we, ugly people like me that is, need not worry about things so much. I mean, haven't you ever heard of the silver lining in the cloud? There happens to be an upside of everything and being ugly is not all that bad, you know. I mean, I thought I had it quite bad, but then I decided to change my outlook on life and found out there's much more to being ugly than meets the eye. I even had a discussion with a friend of mine about this and even she agrees with me on most of the points I put up....

First off, ugliness knows no bounds. It does not make distinctions between men and women. But women have an advantage, no eve-teasing (quite an expression we Indians have invented, this one), guys on the street don't tease you. And in my friend's words, "you don't really need to go to the beauty parlor, you are ugly anyway and they can try and you can spend lots of your money but no one can really make you look good and no one is gonna date you. Instead, you can go to a pub (but not in Mangalore) lol .... and spend your money on lots of booze."

Also, if you are ugly, you get a lot of sympathies from all the nosey aunties, which itself is advantageous especially for a kid. They would perhaps hand you some money every time they visit instead of just giving a really useless verbal blessings which they would not really mean anyway thinking that perhaps you could use that money to get yourself a makeover when you are old enough and eligible for marriage. On your part, you can save up on all that money and blow it on booze on your 21st birthday. You also don't really need to hide your birthday and your age. You are already ugly and no one cares for how old you are. Might as well add a few years to the real numbers to get past security in a bar and get drunk - again.

Notice how everything comes back to drinking?:P Well, that's the best part of it. Ugly people can get drunk all they want, make a hell of a scene anywhere and no one will remember after some time. Not the case if you look pretty, huh! Just ask yourself, if some really hot babe (doesn't work that much for a good looking guy, girls seemingly get turned off by such guys ) was making a scene in a pub after having one too many from the juice box, would you forget that too easy? Nooo. But if an ugly guy (or girl) was doing the same thing, not only would he (she) be thrown out of the pub but also from your memory almost instantaneously.

So you see, The Upside Of Being Ugly!!!.

P.S. - I am starting an NGO working for the ugly people's rights. We don't call people like me ugly anymore. The politically correct term is "aesthetically challenged". :D