A bright new semester, so why not a bright new template for our beloved blog?
Hate it.. like it? Let me know. :D
By the way, college is opening on 12th of June. It's put up on the college website.
So yay, one more day of freedom!
See you guys soon..
- MGir
Why did the chicken cross the road?
This is a question that all of us have heard a million times.
Now here’s my question. Why torture that poor chicken??
Why can’t that chicken cross the road in peace without its intentions being questioned?
We live in
Here is another instance. When you don’t get sleep count sheep. Not just sheep. Sheep jumping over a fence. Now my question is why would sheep jump a fence??..actually let me rephrase that…DO sheep jump a fence??..can they jump a fence??..I don’t think so…But even then we continue to make them jump and we continue to count. Now what is it about farm animals that makes us wanna question their every motive and engage them in activities that are not ‘animal’ ly possible?
I cry out against this injustice. Join me my fellow concerned ‘comm-e’- ites. It’s time to rebel for these poor animals who have no other choice but to suffer. Let’s take up the cause of that poor road crossing chicken. Let’s take up the cause of that fence jumping sheep. It’s time for war!
-a concerned citizen/president of the assc. for protection of farm animals n their rights
PS- one final question...guess who’s bored????=)
As most of you know, I am big on facts.
So just thought I'd pass on some interesting ones.. :D
Yes, I'm jobless at the moment. And this seemed fun.
Before that, how's interning for all of you?
Hopefully good.
Here goes,
Fact 1: TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using only one row of the keyboard.
Fact 2: Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.
Fact 3: No word in English language rhymes with 'MONTH'
Fact 4: It is physically impossible for you to lick your elbow
Fact 5: American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class.
Fact 6: Colgate faced big obstacles marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. This is because Colgate translates into the command 'Go hang yourself'
Fact 7: Yahoo the complex internet organism has complicated name. Word "Yahoo" is shortcut for "Yet Another Hierarchical Officious Oracle".
Fact 8: No paper can be folded more than 7 times.
Fact 9: The dot over the letter "i" is called a tittle.
Fact 10: Almost everyone will try to lick their elbow after reading this post.
I love facts, I do. :D
Anyway, happy rest of the holidays and see you soon!
- MGir
P.S RESULTS ARE OUT. Toodles. Mwahaha.
Check it online.
Ok, people. I really have only one question - how evil CAN I get?
Today is May 20th.
Today I am very excited. My dream is coming true.
That's all I want to say, and will say. Only because I don't want to be evil! I don't! I'm a nice person! I am!
Point is, I'm gonna have a great time tonight. And I didn't want to be evil, so I'm not mentioning it.
Most of you guys aren't even going to read this any time soon. Our only faithful readers are Mona, Sonal and I, apparently! But there's nothing to read!
I'm mad!
Hey all you happy losers. It's good to be a loser, hey, we all are one, as I keep saying. No, no, I'm not demeaning myself or anyone, nor am I telling anyone that they are losers as what it actually does mean. I just mean that we (all of us, unfortunately) have some sort of streak in us that makes us a bit - well, I'll put it as bluntly as I can - dumb.
Don't hate me! I just see 'em as I call 'em! =)
Fine, I don't think all of you are losers. I'm just a tad wee bit bored. I admit it. Even though I am sitting in the place I love the most... I'm surrounded by music all day long, I get to sit in with the radio presenters when they do their little shows in the morning, I get to make up all the questions in the competitions that are held during the week - I am having a blast, honestly!
But sheesh, I don't really get to do that all day long, do I? Short answer - NO!
Ok, so in a day of work of 8 hours that I have, I'm jobless - lets say - for about an hour or so. Otherwise, I'm a happy little bunny - not so little, not so bunny (this is the part where the whole Most likely to dress up in a bunny costume for no apparent reason DOESN'T come in!!!) and yet, that term sorta does fit in.
This post is utterly pointless. Which is expected of me, I must say - Juhi, the pointless chick (ugh, I hate that term, Chick, how degrading). Those of you who know me would know this quite well. But this world needs pointless posts, I feel. Posts which a) Don't make any sense, b) Don't have any point and c) shouldn't have been started in the first place. Hey, this is a prime example, doncha think?
Indeed.
I love my internship, though. What else is who doing, anywhere, anyway? Let us all know over the magnificent world wide web.
PS - I am on this site only coz there's no access to hotmail, gmail, yahoo or facebook. I know. Sniff.
PPS - oh I never said where I was working. Gulf News Broadcasting. A radio station, basically.
PPPS - man I know so many trivia facts, its not even funny. All this making lists of trivia and questions etc makes me learn!!!!!!!
NAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Goodbye, first year. It was great, but it's time to move on to bigger and better things. Good job people. Happy holidays and best of luck with internships!
Yes, it's that time of the year again. Bah!
Here goes.
Examination Schedule -
Timings : 1:30 PM - 3:30 PM
Thursday, 10th of April - Communicative English - Introduction to Media Studies
Friday, 11th of April - General English
Saturday, 12th of April - Language
Tuesday, 15th of April - Optional English
Thursday, 17th of April - Psychology
Saturday, 19th of April - Communicative English - Creative Writing
- MGir
It is a palm sized chunk of well-cooked, juicy semi-crisp beef drowned in black pepper sauce and vinegar. It is surrounded by sliced semi-cooked onions, raw carrots and a yummy semi circular chunk of salted mashed potatoes. This is my favorite dish in the whole wide world. Once this dish is placed before, I forget everything. The mardi gras parade might go past me but I will not it if I am eating this delicious dish. You get it only in 'The only place'. Truely it is the only place where I find my stomach telling me "Sanjana good thinkin'!"
PS: I DID NOT copy this from the menu.
...or not. There's an inexplicable, unavoidable attraction I have had to one idea, over the years, and that is the door. And what it signifies. You know, like walls. Things that hide, protect, etc. Rather a stereotypical concept, but I've been drawn to it.
[Careful readers of previous posts will note that this attraction is probably based in biographical happenings - thus making it a form of self-centredness, but all writing begins with being that, I think.]
So there was this one piece that I wrote - called "The Door", ooh, smart title, eh? ha, ha - when I was 13. I will clench the ole jaw, and put it up here:
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I turned sharply and saw the door half-open. I stared. I always, always took care to close the door – I wasn’t allowed to lock it – as tightly as I could. Now there it stood, cutting across the emptiness of my room.
My room.
I own it and no one can trespass.
Except, now, the door was doing exactly that.
It stood there in a sneering, challenging way, in its green pallor, daring me to try and close it. I felt panicky. How dare it.
I knew, despite seven turbulent years of science education about non-living things, that the door had opened itself of its own accord. There was no one else in the two-room house. They were out, as they were most of the time. It couldn’t have been the wind – the day was cold, bright, and dry.
I decided that the door had to close. I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping I was just imagining it, and prayed hard, hoping it would close… hoping to hear its wooden creak… nothing. I opened my eyes. The door still stood open, exactly as it had stood before.
Revealing.
If that door was open I was open to the world – and I panicked at the thought that everyone could see me. I could hear them screaming in my ears- we’ve got you now! You thought you’d hide from us, did you? Well, we’ve seen you! Seen you! Seen you! The words rang in my head.
No. They can’t see me. Can never.
I tried to convince myself.
But the voices were getting louder now.
More insistent.
Like there were people somewhere in the house, rehearsing what they would say when they saw me…
I realized I was still staring at the door, with my mouth half-open. I had to do something, something… that door had to close. I was sitting on the bare floor of my empty room. I tried to get up, but found I couldn’t move my hands.
The door was open, I was rooted to the place, there was nothing I could do about any of it.
I was more vulnerable than I’d ever been in all my life.
Paranoia gripped me.
For how long I sat there I do not remember. I only remember that at last, with all the energy I’d ever had, I crawled to the door, slammed it shut, locked it, and in my last moment of life, shouted, “Safe!”
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Ugh, ok, then. You managed to get that over with. Bless you! :P Pardon the irritating self-deprecation, but I don't like it much at the moment.
Anyway, the other day, when I wanted to write in a bit of flash fiction for the record, I actually thought of this piece. Before I reread it, I considered putting it in exactly as it was.
And then I read it.
Haha. At this point I should mention that when I HAD written it, which is, November 2003, I was rather satisfied with the piece. Evocative, and all that. And now, I read it, for the first time in five or so years...and was mortified. Yecch.
But I still clung to the idea. So I did another piece, which I will put you through, beginning now.
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The door was seven feet away from me. Green and pallid. It would swing open anytime now, revealing me, crouching in a corner. Fear felt me, dimly at first, then firm.
Voices. Voices in my head, chaotic, unfamiliar voices. Amma, Appa. Laughing, sneering.
Now the room is growing dimmer. Louder and louder the voices become.
And now, suddenly, I am running. Smashing into the window.
And falling, free.
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So thats the five-year-older version of the above. Needless to say, I think it's an improvement: tell me what you think, though!
I know I'm baring a bit of my soul by exposing pieces of writing - and pieces of me - that I know are silly and immature and worth being put away, once and for all - but I have this shrewd suspicion that I might be doing that several times over over the years to come. So what the hell, might as well begin.
The real reason I put both these pieces up is because I like how putting just a bit of space (and I don't mean five years, or anything - like say a week or two) between you and something you wrote gives you so much perspective. You look at your piece with a far less clouded eye, and you see what you can change, and you're surprised at unexpected flashes of brilliance, and so on.
Tell me about your writing, do you go back to things you wrote years ago and smirk at yourself, or wallow in your wisdom? Simply, what do you react like to writing that you've done a good few years in the past?
This is a parody of the Hamlet soliloquy - that I had such fun doing. :D
I've only parodied select sections of the original:
"To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
...
...
FLASH FICTION
This one is for children below the age of 10
All the toys were lined up in the nursery- the teddy bear, the engine train, the car, the galloping horse and the red kite with its long string.
Kim and Michael had to go on a picnic. “you may take only one toy with you to the picnic”, said mummy. All the toys heard mummy say this, so when thye were alone in the nursery the teddy bear said, “I am so warm and cuddly, I am sure they will take me along.” “I can go clippety clop. I’m sure Kim and Michael will take me with them”, said the galloping horse.
All the other toys kept on boasting but the red kite sat silently in a corner. After a while Kim and Michael came into the nursery to look around for a toy. “Look” ,said Kim, and she pointed out to the red kite in the corner, “Lets take the kite” ,he said. “Oh! That’s a great idea”, said Michael. “ We can play all day long with it”. They picked up the kite and ran out of the nursrey. The red kite went out for a wonderful picnic while all the other toys, who had boasted, sat gloomily in the nursery the whole day.
WE SHOULD NOT BOAST. THERE MAY ALWAYS BE SOMEONE WHO IS BETTER THAN US.
Anjali
DESCRIPTION
I was one among the thousands running toward the Chatrapathi Shivaji Terminal to board the 9:15 fast local to Bandra that would help me get home in less than an hour. The entire day’s fatigue was getting to me, all I wanted to do was go back home and soak my feet in a warm tub of water…
My thoughts were broken into with the familiar rhytmic beat of the “Chammach” against the many glass bottles filled with different coloured and flavoured syrups. I sighed witht relief and smiled. Luckily I still had fifteen minutes to spare before the train arrived, I walked up to the neatly dressed man behind the cart , looked at his multi coloured hands and couldn’t help but smile yet again as I rememberred how I would run to these Gola carts as a child, and here I was again- a fully grown 35 year old woman. I took the glass with the crushed ice, generously drowned in the “kala khatta and gulabi” syrup, witht a dash of chat powder and a squeeze of lime and took a nice long drag at it till I ran all out of breath and felt the coolness of the gola take over me and relax all my nerves. I walked away feeling Content Calm and Happy !
Anjali
OK, just to say I've read all your posts and am impressed, but am not commenting on them individually as I'm terribly tied up with the the third years' writing projects.But I will,eventually. OK?
Good work.