Bla blah n more Blah!:|

Life and all that...

2011-09-13T09:22:00.000-07:00

Its been a while, eh?

I guess life has been a bit too interesting lately, hence the absence from the blogging world.;)

In general, something in particular has been bugging the hell outta me these days...its the sheer incompetence...or call it the 'devil may care' attitude towards one's work.

The ones who are good at what they do, have to suffer because of the same....and the one's who are effin' plain lazy are having a merry time!!!

I know, I know life ain't fair but still I can hope.

When will we get to see 'What goes around, comes around' in action?
I've been waiting a bloody long time ,if you ask me.:/

It's a crazy , crazy world.
Not complaining because there are better things which compensate for all of this,eh?:)

The toothy tale again......

2010-09-10T08:50:00.000-07:00

A few days back, Ayush(a kid of my class) came up to me and said," ma'am, mera daant hil raha hai. Mummy ne kaha hai Joshi Sir se nikalwaa lena"
:|

Joshi Sir promptly did the job.

Ayush got one more tooth removed yesterday.

Oh, and Sir tells me," Arrey pehle bachche ko mentally prepare karna padta hai".

And it never ceases to amaze me, that after the tooth removal by Joshi Sir, none of these kids cries.
Life works in mysterious ways......

The pleasure of not sharing an ice cream.

2010-03-30T08:56:00.000-07:00

How many times have you wished you could suddenly turn invisible just after receiving your ice cream?

How many times have you thought about the sheer inconsideration shown by your friends when they dig in to your ice cream shamelessly and without any remorse even after you stare balefully at them later on?

How many times has the vision of a HUGE cup( or rather glass) of fruit salad sundae( or hot chocolate fudge for the choc-lovers) distracted you from a very important task?

How many times have you wished you could eat as much ice cream as you wanted without worrying about your calories?........HA! Got you there. As if you don't eat your fill.

One of the best pleasures of life is to sit isolated even in a group and enjoy your ice cream without having to share it with anyone.Whoever said, "Sharing is caring" wasn't thinking about ice cream for sure.

I am colour-blind.

2010-03-03T08:05:00.000-08:00

I am colour blind.......
coffee black and
egg white....
Pull me out from inside.
I am ready.

Colorblind by Counting crows.
Seemingly simple lyrics but listen to the words and you'll know.
Beautiful song.
Haunts you.
I seriously recommend it.

Joshi Sir is a dentist!!!!

2010-02-02T07:15:00.000-08:00

There's a sweet-tempered Joshi Sir in my school who gets a perverse pleasure by breaking off kids' teeth.:/

Uh ok... I think I need to rephrase that.
What I meant to say was, that whenever any kid has a loose tooth, which needs to be pulled out, Joshi Sir promptly does the job.

FREE OF CHARGE that is.:O

Throughout the years, many kids have been saved from unbearable tooth-aches, courtesy Joshi Sir.

Today I was making Kartik rehearse for his part when I saw this one lone tooth protruding out making him look hilarious.
Of course, the sensitive teacher that I am, I laughed out loud, taking him to one more class to show my friend, the funny tooth.:D

Well, even thinking about pulling someone's tooth makes me queasy so, I thought...Let the nature take its course.

After leaving them in the Games period, I found Kartik with his friend near the water point rinsing his mouth. He gave me a toothy-grin( errr, he did have other teeth you know)......and said ,"Ma'am, ho gaya kaam.....Joshi Sir ne daant tod diya." He felt no pain, needless to say.

When I came back to the class, Kshiti gets up and says somberly," Ma'am, Joshi Sir is a dentist!"

I couldn't agree more!

What's with the nautanki????

2010-01-28T08:36:00.000-08:00

Ummmm....Yes as usual we've landed ourselves in a sort of mess again.
-sighs-
In a span of about 25 days approx. we are preparing our kids for a Nautanki for the upcoming Annual Day function.
:|
Right....started off with an idea of mine to do a play based on the famous Fun story 'Gopi Gawaiyya , Bagha Bajaiyaa' written by famous director Satyajit Ray's grandpa...which he turned into a Bengali movie years later.
So, what exactly does such a task involve?
Well....the recipe needs.....a lot of creativity, some craziness...make that LOADS of craziness, some great heads to make up an appropriate script,a huge amount of patience and some weird acting skills, some talented and uninhibited seven-year-olds, hours of practicing, some sore throats by the end of it.......and A LOUD APPLAUSE.....and hopefully a standing ovation....if I'm not asking for too much.
-fingers crossed-
The script has turned out brilliant.....I'll probably save it to remind myself how brilliant we 4 turned out to be.
-smug grin-
Sheh I'm tired already....and I gotta work.
Will continue in a couple of days.
Adios~

Its that time of the year again!

2009-12-26T07:18:00.000-08:00

The cold winter days and nights,

Wrapped up in my blanket,

Reading a book in the bed,

With a hot cup of tea on the window-sill,

Loads of holidays around,

Keeping the cellphone on silent mode,

Eating Christmas cake, peanuts,and a lot more stuff,

Too lazy to even comb my messy hair,

Wearing socks 24/7,

Sore throat and still gossipping loud on phone sometimes,

Ignoring my mom's protests all the time,

Laughing in that crazy tone,

Damn! Will it stay the same forever and ever?

This, people, is my version of 'Dilli ki Sardi'.

Brrrrr.... Time to head back to that tempting bed now.

Later~

The Birthday.

2009-11-30T07:00:00.000-08:00

30th November
Your Birthday.
Your absence.
Your memories.
The helplessness.
The anger.
The despair.
The loneliness.
The tears.
The hopelessness.

Wish I could wish you a 'Happy Birthday'.
Hate to say it, but, 'May you rest in peace'.
Love always,
Rashmi

What were they thinking of???

2009-11-15T04:50:00.000-08:00

I caught sight of this 90's song from the movie 'Khiladi' few days back on the television- 'Waada raha sanam' starring Akshay Kumar and Ayesha Jhulka.

A beautiful song but the video actually made me roll down on the floor and laugh like I'd never laughed before.

ummm Ok ....a slight exaggeration on my part there but I'm close.

I mean if you've already seen it I need tell no more.

And if you haven't , yet, that is.......HOW COULDN'T YOU?????

The song starts with Ayesha Jhulka running with her dupatta flying above her and smiling at the same time. Contradicts the illusion that a dog is running after her, eh?

Akshay Kumar before his makeover days, wearing a white shirt and a black pair of jeans .....and with a puppy dog hairstyle....oh not to forget the white sneakers....trying his bit to look like a college going cool guy, if ever there was one. Hmmmph.

And the best part was Ayesha Jhulka. The first thing which strikes me is the hairstyle. I don't think I'd be able to do it justice even if I tried my level best.ATROCIOUS is the word. Not to forget the Huge ruffle on her head.:|

I wouldn't be seen dead in one. -gulps-

The white 'Frock-styled salwar suit' she's wearing is hideous. So is the make up. Yup, the bindi too.The designer, the make up man and the hair stylist must have been a bunch of sadists to have come up with that. I mean ....WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING OF?????

I mean she was a very pretty actress. Poor thing.

The only video I can think of right now which beats this one is the 'TOHFA' song featuring Jeetendra and Sri Devi.

We've got such classics, haven't we?

-sighs-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bwzam87ltM

something special I just found again.

2009-11-08T03:59:00.000-08:00

Pinchu you're missed so much.

Celebration means......
A winter evening.
Four friends.
Pouring rain.
Four glasses of chai.

Celebration means......
Hundred bucks of petrol.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.

Celebration means......
Maggi noodles
Your friends
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.

Celebration means......
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.

Celebration means......
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.

Celebration means......
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Gossiping about absent family members.

You can spend
Hundreds on birthdays,
Thousands on festivals,
Lakhs on weddings,
But to celebrate
All you have to do is spend your Time with your loved ones.
This New Year lets promise to keep in touch with our loved ones........

Virtual versus Real.

2009-11-02T05:09:00.000-08:00

Online crushes, online poetry,online craziness,online friends, pouring your heart online, online marriages, and what not!

How much of virtual life is real and vice versa?Ever wondered about it?

Well I have, in fact I do...often.

Five years back, I'd have called anyone stupid who'd have dared to argue about the fact that a virtual internet life often intercepts one's real life. Now I'd call myself a fool not to realise this much.

I've made loads of friends on Orkut, even though Facebook is considered to be the more 'in' thing. Well, I guess I'm still old-fashioned. -sighs-

Not to say that all my Orkut friends are close to me, but still there are quite some who play important roles in my life, so much so that few of them mean more to me than some good real-life friends. (Real-life friends-No offence mates. You all are still special.;) )

When exactly did these close 'virtual' friends cross the threshhold of virtuality-to-reality I'll never know for sure. My birthdays are made special because of these special 'virtual' people who call me at 12 at night, struggling to be the first ones to wish me. I look forward to their visits to Delhi and talking to them. Meeting them wasn't strange at all and it felt as if I'd known them all my life.

Earlier I'd feel I was one of the rare crazy creatures around and had lost the hope of meeting someone like me. But now I know better.Late night conversations, giggling on stupidest of things, keeping in touch with people who have drifted afar, singing crazy B-grade songs on every situation...AAAH Life is a bliss thanks to the 'virtuality'.

Sing

2009-09-19T11:06:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1f2M5G9KG8

Baby, you've been going so crazy
Lately nothing seems to be going right
Solo, why do you have to get so low
You're so...
You've been waiting in the sun too long
But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
For the love you bring wont mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing
Colder, crying on your shoulder
Hold her, and tell her everything's gonna be fine
Surely, you've been going too early
Hurry cos no-ones gonna be stopped
Na na na
But if you sing, sing, sing, sing sing
For the love you bring wont mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing
Baby, there's something going on today
But I say nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing........................................

The sunshine's lost!

2009-04-30T07:07:00.000-07:00

I thought probably time would make me forget things. But I now realize maybe not. In a weird way I really wouldn't like that to happen as well. I want to cling on to the memories. I want to miss what I lost. I want to hold on to the bygones. I want to compare the before and after. I just want you back. I don't care how, but I do. I want the recent past to be a horrible nightmare and wake up to the Holi of 2009 with your chirpy voice on phone reprimanding me not to gorge on too many gujiyas and end up getting fat.Telling me the boring routine of your work. Talking to me during one of your patrol-checks. Telling me about everything. Listening to all the crap I tell. Laughing at lame jokes of mine. Giggling in the funniest of manners. Making me imitate and annoy you. Damn, I miss you.:(

So hard not to be forlorn, so hard just to move on. Rising up is a brand new day, as that sunshine's lost.

Silence is as Deep as Eternity; Speech, Shallow as Time.

2009-04-04T12:16:00.000-07:00

Pinchu - the essence of everything that's nice, my best friend, relative and my confidante' !
Its so damn hard to believe that you're not gonna be there anymore. It breaks my heart to even think about it.
Life's so unfair and I don't need any further proof. I won't ever forget all the masti we did during the last couple of years. I just wish to God I could bring u back at any cost. I haven't cried for anyone but thinking about you now brings tears to me.
Sometimes I wonder if I didn't really know you much, would the pain be any less? but then I would be deprived of all things YOU which I wouldn't want to change at any cost. You were the best thing I'd ever known. Everyone around you couldn't help but love you. My own mom loved you more than she loved me I guess and guess what, it never even made me jealous.
I don't know how we're all going to cope without you, without listening to your lively giggle, your eccentric ways, your purity, your love for things around you, your weird laughing styles, and what not.
Life couldn't be worse for dada n dadi(your parents) who loved u so much n ur sister Chunnu. I don't know how to console them when they're down. I just hope they will move on and remember the happiness associated with you.
I wish you were back with us again.
I wish I could take you to see Akshardham temple.
I wish I could take you out for the promised treat.
I wish I could undo the pain you went through.
I wish I could meet u this summer and other coming summers.
I wish I could play cards with you again till 2 o clock at night.
I wish I could write better for you.
I wish...........

Love always! Stay happy wherever you are.

I wish I were a pillow!

2008-11-01T10:35:00.000-07:00

Yes i do! I mean then I'd have been able to spend all my time on the bed!:/
Never drop into my home without announcing your arrival earlier because the state which I'm in usually( when at home) is sort of 'different'. Ahem. So much so that it takes me atleast 20 mins just to tidy myself up.:):P
Any holiday you'll find me propped up in my bed with 3 pillows and reading a book with my cell phone on silent mode.Yes, that's one more thing which annoys the hell outta me when i'm on a holiday- talking on the phone.
I usually have to skip my breakfast because i wake up late which sorta helps me stay in shape.
There that's one use of lazing around. Another one is that I get to improve my vocabulary by reading in bed. -scoffs-
Errrr I cant think any more. The bed beckons.~:D
Happy bed-ding.:P

British Accent!

2008-10-30T06:28:00.000-07:00

British accent~!
-sighs-
Damn! If you don't know what I'm talking about, go watch the movie 'Chasing Liberty'.Not that Mandy Moore ain't any good but because once Matthew Goode starts speaking everything else becomes insignificant. The voice is velvet itself and its combination with the British accent is devastating! He's a pretty okay-looking guy and you wouldn't even consider him a hero-material if not for his accent and voice.
In fact its his voice which changes his seemingly-normal looks into something drop-dead gorgeous!
I'm in love~!
:

Bhuppey's and My poems. Our poetic conversation in fact!:P

2008-10-26T09:33:00.000-07:00

Rashmi :

Aaya rakshabandhan ka tyohaar
Bhuppey bhaiyya hain tayyar
Tan par kurta maathe teeka
Intezaar karein behnon Rashmi aur Kee ka![/)]

Rashmi : Mota bhuppey bemisaal
Bhakos bhakos ke bura haal
Meri kee ka peecha nahin chodta
Roz chichorapanti ka nariyal fodta
Khuda kare meri Kee ko bhool jaaye
Haaye lord meri kismat ka tala khul jaaye!

Rashmi :

Kee aur Rashmi ka pyaar hai itna jhakkas
Mil ke bhi bujhti nahin ye kaisee pyaas
Surat n Dilli ka ye combination
Macha dega poore world mein sensation!
HAAN JI!

Bhuppey :

Rashmi toh hai ek baawri
Nahin milegi use Surat ki saawri
Bhupi to hai ek albela nar
Kee ke dil mein uska ghar
Surat pe mat daal nazar
Teri mummy ko kar doonga khabar
Pare haton sab dilli waalon
Hum shareefon ko yun na lalkaaro
Gar tumpe hai chaaku aur churi
Hum pe bhi hai ek 'sundari'

Rashmi :

Waah ji waah kya din aaya
Macchar bhi humpe chillaya

Ram Chandra sahi keh gaye Siya se
Aisa hi kalyug aayega
Mota mere hi maal pe nazar daal ke mujhko hi dhamkaayega
O ji sun lo humne bhi nahin pehni hai koi hath mein choodi,
Beta maar maar ke bana doongi halwa poodi
Agar 'sundari' pe itna hi naaz hai to
Bana lo use apni gharwali
Chain se rehne do hamein aur
Maan lo ki hamari hi hai SURAT wali!

Bhuppey:

Rashmi O Rashmi

Tu kab meri saali banegi?

Rashmi O Rashmi

Kab aadhi gharwali banegi?

Dil mein tab se hain ye armaan

Jab se hum dono hue hain jawaan

Do bacche hon -Sunny aur Sama

Tu unki mausi aur kee unki ma

Hum jab bhi bahar jaayenge

Tu bacchon ko khilayegi

Peet ke un becharon se Priyanka Chopra kehelwaayegi

Hum jab jab naughty ho jayenge

Tu bacchon ko park le jaayegi

Jab mera sms aayega tu jhatpat waapis aayegi

Ghar ke saare kaam kaaj mein roz haath bantaayegi

Gar ki toone makkari toh teri shaamat aayegi

Nit din sabki seva mein apna jeevan bitaayegi

Hum jahan jahan bhi jaayenge

Tu suitcase sang aayegi

Mere is 'tribhuj' ka sapna jaldi se saakar ho

Door ho sari heen bhawana aur dil mein dono ke pyaar ho

Kab mere ghar ke aangan mein aisee diwali manegi?

Rashmi o Rashmi tu kab meri saali banegi?

Rashmi O Rashmi kab aadhi gharwali banegi?

Rashmi :

Haaye lord! koi is motey ke sapne toh sune

Bartan dhote hue aise manhoos ye khwaab bune

Mujhe samjha kya Dilli ki aaya hai:X

Mere pe Surat ki Lady Don ka saaya hai

Tu aur tere jungli Sunny n Sama jaayen bhaad mein

Main aur meri Kee karenge gutar-goon babool ke jhaad mein

Tu Amreeka jake angrezon ke kapde dho

Kee aur mera funda -Hum do hamare do!

HAAN JI~!

Bhuppey :

Do shabd suno is manhoos ke

Khaaya hai jisne thoos thoos ke

Sapne jo dekhen hain woh honge sakaar

Sacchi hai hamari bhakti aur saccha hai hamara pyar

Bartan bhi dhote hain toh dil se hum dhote hain

Haathon mein detergent aur khyaalon mein 'woh' hote hain

Jab jab bhi ghisi katori aur kadhai

Tab tab hamein unki yaad aayi

Surat ki baala is dil mein samayi

Ek din banegi woh hamari lugaai

Aur waah ji waah kya buddhi hai paayi

Gutar goon ke liye bas babool hi pada dikhaai?

Kaante jo chubhenge tumhari guda mein

Duhai maangoge fir apne khuda se

Masti hai jo tumpe abhi ye chaayi

Phir nahin padegi kabhi bhi dikhai

Baat maano hamari ab chodo ye ahankaar

Sath milke karte hain 'tribhuj' ka sapna sakaar

Do tere do mere bacche karenge kul chaar

Sunny, Shama, Julie aur Jabbar

Nain naksh kee ke aur tera mera akaar!

Rashmi :

O ji bacche door tak sight mein nahin

Aur tumne unke naam bhi rakh liye

Hansee ke do char ye laddoo humne bhi chakh liye

NAAM toh mashallah aise diye hain,

Lagta hai straight dhobi ghat se import kiye hain

Tribhuj ka toh khyaal hi itna ashleel hai

Kee aur meri mohabbat ki deewar par tu hi eklauti keel hai

Aakhir kab tu PhD karne Foren land jayega

Mere aur Kee ke pyaar ka raasta ekdum CLEAN ho jayega!

Rashmi :

Nain nasheele, lambe ghane kesh

Jise acche lagte Shinchan n Roshesh

Surat mein jiska past

Par Dilli mein future

Lady Don par bada sweet nature.

Haaye woh toh hai kudrat ka karishma

Itna glow ki sabko lagaana padta chashma:O

Jise ek pal dekh le woh wahin dher ho jaaye

Amrish Puri bhi Anupam Kher jo jaaye :O

Bas what more to tell woh kaun hai

Mera dil churane wali meri Kee aka Lady Don hai!:)

Me, My Kee and Bhuppey!

2008-09-30T07:13:00.000-07:00

Haven't blogged for quite a while now. I almost forgot i had a blog:/
I'd love to post my poems about MY kee n bhuppey but then typing all that would be tiresome:/
I'd rather write about My kee, bhuppey n urs truly ofcourse!

well its sort of a tripod if I want it to be.didnt make sense right, but then what does?
Bhuppey is in Bangalore, Kee is in Surat and I am in Delhi.
We have never met but have the craziest conversations ever!
I mean, what would u say if I tell u that 2 days after my birthday i get woken up at 2:30 at night by bhuppey telling me its a conference call for us 3. I have a hoarse throat n still we manage to talk n laugh like utter morons till 4:20 at night, or rather early morning.
And if I give u the details of what we talk about u would give us a weird look.:/
We talk about midnight snacks giving bhuppey a hunger attack, we sing each other crazy songs, we annoying the hell out of bhuppey, Kee giving gaalis in hindi like 'halkat' to bhuppey n what not.
n then later shshank tells us- insaanon ki tarah jee le karo.:O
i'll complete it later now.

The adventure which turned out to be a misadventure!

2007-06-23T12:18:00.000-07:00

It was supposed to be a day trip from Haldwani to Ranikhet via a detour through Nainital.

Sounds simple enough,doesnt it? Well that's where we were wrong.... Murphy's law sufficiently proved itself right! *sighs*

Well, the day began with us somehow getting up and ready ON time ...and then gearing up for the short journey....we went out and it was already raining....we reached the bus station and got into a somewhat rickety sort of bus to Nainital.And yes it kept raining till the time we reached nainital....it took us about 2 1/2 to 3 hours.

After reaching Nainital,with my backpack AND a big bag of lay's in my hand,ends of my trousers folded up to save them from getting wet(which didnt really help though)....we took a walk through the long Mall road.So far so good.Then Pinchu demanded that we go get a new backpack for him....because he had left his at home and was carrying his stuff in a funny looking aunty-ish handbag!=P

So then we made our way through the muddy lanes of Bhutiya market and after much browsing...the details of which i'd spare you with...we finally chose a backpack for him!
*phew*
Yes, I've made a mental note not ever to go shopping with him!

After just walking around he suddenly remembered his school friends from his Nainital days and asked me if i'd like to go with him to see if any of them still lived there.In the full-fledged adventurous spirit, I said WHY NOT!!!...which I later regretted when i had to walk on a road ,straight uphill:
Darn....I kept stopping inbetween asking him....HOW MUCH MORE?...He kept saying with an unsupressed grin....JUST A FEW MINUTES MORE.

Unable to walk any further I dropped down on a stone and told him - MAIN NAHIN! MAIN NAHIN! in my usual signature style of resignation!But then PINCHU wouldnt be PINCHU if he couldn't drag me to that place....by pulling me to my feet and dragging me behind him!
My long sigh of OO EEJA!(meaning OH MUMMY in my mother tongue ) drew a very weird and startled reaction from a local man passing through who had obviously taken us for tourists.

Finally we reached his friend's place and met two friends and one's mom and all for a while.Nice people and when PINCHU introduced me as his niece, they assumed I'd b younger to him....but burst out laughing when he told them that i was older AND a teacher! WHY god, WHY???:

After saying our goodbyes,we headed off to a restaurant which i had tried earlier and found to be pretty good.The place turned out to be more crowded that day and the food...nothing impressive.Besides with a very tiny apetite of his own,PINCHU loaded my plate wid 80% of the food.I was feeling like a big hog by the time we left the place=S

At around 5 we reached the bus station....WHEN WE WERE TOLD THAT THERE WAS NO DIRECT BUS FROM NAINITAL TO RANIKHET!:::DAYEM to the power of infinity!

We hurried off to the nearest Sumo-stand....Those who are aquainted with the Uttaranchali transport system would know that there are mainly 3 ways of public transport- 1)Getting into a sumo with around 9 more ppl 2)Getting into a jeep for small distances.3)Getting into a dilapidated and stinky bus.

As expected by us now...there was no direct sumo to Ranikhet either.We went to Bhowali in the sumo ...infront of us were sitting two HEROES of the hills....one had his earphones of his cellphone stuck in his ears and he was talking to his friend so loudly...bragging about what not.....maybe to impress the girl sitting in a SADA(sada =rotten n annoyed btw) mood opposite him..:...when finally his friend told him that he did have two ears!=S

Finally THAT part of the ordeal passed and we reached Bhowali infront of a stinking hell that was called the bus stand.
Someone told us that the bus was supposed to come there in a few minutes...We waited:
I was getting tensed and PINCHU was busy trying to click a picture of a long-haired funny looking uncle in a sweet shop...while this muscled guy at the same shop was kinda making some poses while standing thinking that PINCHU was clicking his pics.=)) ....He even walked before us again..I told PINCHU maybe that fellow got some wrong signals from him!=P and we even flattered ourselves by thinking that maybe he thought that we were some new age directors in search of fresh new talent for Bollywood!=P

Well, then we managed to get a crowded bus to Garam pani where the driver played such bad Hindi songs....renovated versions of oldies...=S...........utterly unbearable...I plugged in my mp3 music frm phone and left PINCHU to face it all!=D

Meandering through the curves of mountains and bravely keeping motion sickness at bay, we reached Garam Pani from where we were supposed to get ANY mode of transportation to Ranikhet.By this time it ws already getting dark and a man told us that all vehicles to Ranikhet had already left. Damn it all! We were in a soup and we knew it now:

Suddenly an Alto car which was ferrying passengers stopped and luckily it was going to Ranikhet....I sat in the backseat with a guy on left and an old uncle ji on right.
The turns of the mountaneous roads in a fast car are the worst for the person sitting in the middle...and this line will henceforth be known as Rashmi's law!B-)

Well, while we were mentally congratulating ourselves at the prospect of reaching home soon....the guy on my left started feeling sick and we had to stop the car on the side.He started crying and said that he couldn't feel his limbs=S
It was kinda creepy....We had to stop there for about half an hour......finally we managed to convince him to move so that we could reach the town sooner.*phew* ...Oh by the way...it DID bring something good.The sick fellow made the driver stop playing those himesh reshammiya songs!=D

I called up my cousin whose home we were going to and told him to fetch us.Incidentally, my chacha decided few years ago to build a home at the bottom of a steep mountain....which is really very far from the city and travelling there by foot is an ordeal!
Anyhow as I was thinking that we were going straight home when PINCHU declared that how could we go empty handed?:
I tried to reason out that we could get the Mithai next day but he was adamant , so we had to walk to the end of the market to get it :
I cursed PINCHU all the way: Oh and the walk was a nightmare...with a cremation ground on my left and a burial ground on the right.=S It was dark and I used light from my phone to see the way...I held on to my cousin to keep myself from falling down...Once I held on to PINCHU and I almost fell down the mountain because he almost fell down too:
By the time I reached chacha's home,my legs were shaking and I was thanking God fervently!*sighs*
and the ordeal was over at last!

2007-05-14T10:04:00.000-07:00

Ever wondered how some songs and their lyrics sound so true to oneself?
I recently became hooked on to this particular English number by an indian band...which i had heard when i was probably just a kid.
It reminds me of early memories....how i used to stay glued to da TV when it ws being played...along wid my Bhai.
The video was a masterpiece...and the song itself is one too!
Gone are the days!

Trapped - Indus creed

trapped in my body

trapped in my soul

trapped in my body

and I think i'm getting old

trapped in a dream and you can't even scream
'cos there's no one ever here
strapped to your seat
and you can't find your feet
will this nightmare never stop

all alone, strange city
hot crowded afternoon
i've been stranded in the darkness
I can't see, there's no moon

trapped in my body
trapped in my soul

chased in a dream by a freshly rested team
of black horses drawing a hearse
crossing swords on the bridge of rewards
there's no winner or fat purse
all alone, strange city
hot crowded afternoon
i've been stranded in the darkness
I can't see, there's no moon
trapped in my body,
trapped in my soul
trapped in my body,
trapped in my soul
trapped in my body

and I think i'm getting old
in my body is my soul

Sikh kids and their ways!

2007-05-11T23:56:00.000-07:00

Have you ever spent some considerable time with kids?
Well ,being a teacher i get to do it almost everyday.
It can be heaven and hell at the same time...if u trust me n my words.

This new kid keeps coming to me n telling me repeatedly..ma'am ure sweet! :)
My response is usually like..Okay...thnx =O
Once i asked him...beta...y do u keep repeating that?
Now DAT ws da doomsday question for me..cos its answer left me speechless....
Pat comes the reply"...y......arent YOU sweet?":

During my first year of teaching...incidentally i didnt have any sikh kids in my class n i used to whine to other teachers about that and now
BY GOD'S GRACE I get atleast 1 every year...this year i hv been blessed from above....i.e. TWO sardar kids in the same class!=O
GOSH sikh kids r SOMETHING if you know what i mean!
*evil grin*
This 1 of them told me once how his father used 2 beat him black n blue wid his belt=S
I was appalled n when i mentioned this in the PTA meeting to his Dad...poor fellow was so embarassed because he was probably one of those sweetest dads around who wouldnt hit his kids.
The bewildered mom came to the rescue n said...Ma'am=O he has this habit of lying! :))

Another 1 came up to me to say...Ma'am mere godde wich dard ho riya see!=O (ma'am i have pain in my knee)
i didnt know whether 2 empathize or laugh out loud!=))

I guess enough of kiddie tales for today...as arnie said....
I'LL BE BACK!!!!! =O=P

hopefully yeah!