Riots, episodes and fun!

As soon as the wretched paper got over, a hoard of girls came running out madly and started throwing pink, red and blue all over. Obviously, such madness can take place only at my school! We girls really are a sort of grown-up kindergarten stuff. The blow we got when we realised that holi clashed with our exams was really high. But we decided to compensate for it and played Holi today. A day later, but Holi is all about having fun, isn't it? I had somehow predicted today morning that girls would surely play about so I came all prepared carrying pink colour and wearing my old white dupatta instead of the regular one. My mom would sue me if I stain any of my uniforms whites. So, we chased each other and ran wildly. Even our teachers got scared and went home through the back gate of our school. Some of our teachers even started pleading like we were "dadas" and they were asking us permission to cross our area.That pleased us a lot! When I somehow think about various episodes that occur in my day to day school life, it seems to me that we girls are really getting kiddish rather than getting mature. For instance, our recess games might seem totally stupid to all since we play games like 'Fire in the mountain', 'running and catching', 'hide and seek', ' Pinky pinky, which color do you want?', 'chewing gum', etc. I still remember that once, while playing 'pinky - pinky' , I jumped into a heap of garbage to find red color when I was wearing a red wrist band. As I jumped in, all my friends jumped over me thinking that I had found red. As our VP ma'm always says before taking us to a school trip, "NO HOOLIGANISM,PLEASE!' By that time half of the people might be scratching their heads, wondering what was 'HOOLIGANISM'. Having not understood, they would carry on, ignoring her high class English. Last week, we were taken to NPCIL, where our dads work. It was supposed to be an educational trip. But no one bothered about education or any other blah blah. When we were shown a ppt presentation about the working of the nuclear power plant, the room got filled with loud yawns deliberately produced to irritate the presenter. Poor uncle got really nervous and started stammering. While returning back, girls rushed over to catch the back seats and started singing songs. We nearly killed some English songs by adding Hindi stuff into it. Even our teachers couldn't help smiling. So coming back to Holi celebrations; after playing for about an hour we came home as museum antique pieces, with red face and blue hair. Well, the blue hair thing looked really hep! That was dashing! Finally, we ended our celebration with pepsi cola and returned home! Cheers to the gang of girls! Wonders will never cease....

The mega update

I know that I am actually getting insincere towards blogging. Just one of my "moods". Well, I've talked about it too often, I suppose. But coming to the update, I've completed Half - Yearly exams. I was so hoping that the stress wears off as soon as possible. But the main reason behind it was that I had had got a stupendous "Dhoom 2" experience just 3 days before the exams. It was the first time for me. I turned the keys, kicked up and gave a throttle. And off I was, speeding away round the park. Riding a scooty felt like a dream and the dream wouldn't fade away in just a day. It dragged on with me until my exams got over and I rode it over again. Mom's particularly not sure whether I'll be able to drive it properly following the traffic rules. So, she didn't allow me to ride it during exams. She actually didn't want me to break my teeth and miss exams. But yesterday, I proved it that I could drive scooty like a professional does( at least I felt so). I rode about for an hour when papa came chasing me on his bike and told me , "That's enough for today. The scooty is not gonna run away anywhere." Well, my next semester begins on Monday as the "mean" people couldn't afford a week's holiday. I've just got 1 and a half days left to enjoy and then, on Monday, my marks would be revealed and I don't know whether I am gonna laugh or weep. So i need to plan out something cool for the weekend. Well, Navratri is here and I think that I am going to play Garbha and dandiya. We have got many decorated grounds here. The coolest thing about Navratri is the "golu" tradition, i.e lovely toys arranged in steps (that's how I define it). It's a pity that we don't keep a golu at our home. But I love visiting people who have got golu at their home. So, this really a delightful Indian festival especially because of sweet delicacies made at home. So the festival season has finally begun. I am just looking forward to Diwali next. Hope I start blogging more often. At least once a week. But I just end up breaking my plans.

The GNO!!!!

What else could I have more than triple fun in a triple day holiday? It is Ganeshotsav and I've just come out of 3 days full of fun. It's such a long time since I've stepped out of Tarapur as I am always busy attending tution the whole week, not even excluding Sunday. I am kind of shouldering a lot of pressure and am getting a pretty tough time at school. But thanks to Ganpati Bappa, I got 3 days free. This time I visited my cousin's place, Thane. Well, she's my third cousin. that is ..... My grandfather's mother's brother's daughter's son's daughter. We are long related sisters but the most closest. We always have a great time together since our tastes match so much. But it's probably the first time I had so much fun (and of course been so naughty). Just as I entered in, we both started over. We started chatting about barbies, school, our favorite shows and finally ended with spooky stories. And her spooky stories are really amusing. I'll just narrate the one about the big tree opposite to her sit out. She began,"25 years ago, a man was killed and thrown over the branches of this tree. But this was the time when our apartment was still under construction. Every night, still if you are awake at 12 o clock, you could hear noises and a man standing over there with an axe and blood smeared all over his face. And 10 years ago, at 12 am our watchman heard some noises from this tree. He heard something fall down from it and rushed over there . But then he disappeared that night. The next day morning, people saw something hanging from the tree. And it was the watchman, lying unconscious." She scared the hell out of me and then laughed and said the it was just a joke. It was really cool. And then we played kitchen champion. After our mummies had vacated out the kitchen, we started making baked stuff potatoes on microwave.That's the pic above. It's the first time I've cooked something on microwave. It was more of eating more than cooking. Half of the gravy went in our tummies. We took nearly one and a half hours and finally ended up with a yummy snack. And coming to the scores we got a ten on ten score. But when we were just sitting bored in the evening, we got an "Eureka" idea. Now what else could be better than a MIDNIGHT FEAST watching Jonas on Disney???? Well, we both adore the show and it was telecasted only at 12 am. So we shopped for our goodies and went out for dinner with our mummies. Stupendous, wasn't it?? A super duper dinner with noodles and manchao soup. For the midnight feast, we got huge packets of kurkure, hippo, frooti and orbit. We began at ten and ended up at 1: 30 in the morning.But unfortunately missed Jonas as Disney was showing Champions League. We were frustrated but then we saw "Charlie's Angles final throttle" and went to bed. I still cannot remember a day when I've done so much altogether. It's because we both love being together and we're best buddies!!!!!!

My pink world

I was just thinking of typing out something latest but thanks to my forgetfulness, I ended up giving a new look to my blog. The old template just made me feel sluggish and I kept on ignoring my blog. So, I made up my mind to add some colours and redecorate it just as I did to my room. I chose PINK , i.e, my all time favourite colour. I finished up with the font size, font colour, layout and finally ended up with a "TA TA DA!" before mom and dad. Mom nodded in agreement but dad, as usual had suggestions - "Why don't you rename your blog? Interesting me! You'll never stop thinking great about yourself, now would you?" "Er...... Maybe I will someday... ", I said.

It's my own flavor

A fresh new morning, a hot cup of energizing Bournvita, a cold bubble bath and the same old routine. At the beginning of the day, some say “Hope today turns out really productive” but most of the others say “Here comes another boring day…….” But, it’s rather unusual that such thoughts never seem to run through me. Why? Because that’s what I am. I am completely different or should I say ‘I turn out completely different.’ Like everyone else, even I get easily inspired by things and start with others’ styles but as I slowly reach towards the end, it turns out quite different. It becomes my own, my original. Well, what’s the use of the same worn and torn out ideas? But some people never seem to understand this. They feel lazy to try out something new. Like, for instance, at the library (the treasure house of every school), I am never found close to any particular locker. I keep on my wild hunt for something new, a book whose pages are very less flipped by, crisp and clear. In contrast to my versatility, my best friend wants to set up a record of finishing up the whole “Secret Seven” series. It’s not that she isn’t versatile but it is just that our categories differ. To try out something different, if we both exchange our shoes for a day, we both know what the consequences would be like. They would be a total mess and we’ll just end up in discomfort. It’s just that we need to be who we are. So, fill your own colours, set up you own musical theme, dance to your own beats, try out those new spices and begin a marathon for your dreams!