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 !

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 !

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 !

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!

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 !

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 !

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 !