Breaking Dawn

Yet another day has come to an end. We've all aged by 24 hours and 1440 minutes. Even by my sluggish standards, it has been a truly memorable day. Started off quite the normal way. Appa desperately trying to evacuate the bed, Amma's unlimited patience reaching all time lows.

Today was a day of delightful joyous Mom-Son nonsense-ing. The Image of the Day would surely be one of complete amusement and surprise on Amma's face as Shreya DidiG and me held an hour long Hindi-English bilateral talks. We gossiped about mascara, eyeliners, one dashing young lady who defied every over-made-up law that governs the realm of society and fashion, BINDAAS or was it BAKWAAS?

The afternoon passed off in its usual brisk manner with me doing some serious Chem for a change. 1 Page!

Evening...yeah! Downed a coffee. Jumped onto bed when Chandana came home. Chandu, a Class X student, still inspires in me a sense of fear and dread. A smart young lady, Chandu brightened the evening with Class X discussions. Then, went for a game of cricket. Following the Kotla debacle, our game too was abandoned due to bad light. Missed an easy catch, though more than made up for it with a Jonty-Rhodes-Impressing runout. Went for a stroll with Vinay and Varun, two really sweet guys in my colony. Discussed everything from Polestar to Avatar!

Got back home and had a brainstorming session with Dad about my C++ project. Sam called. Usual bro-sis mokkafyin'!

"Had"[Amma stuffed it down my mouth actually!] Pulao for dinner.

And now off to bed.

Gtalk Style, gn sd tc!

the sathyam SAGA

Mudiyadu, Amma, NO WAY!

It is a Monday today! Monday means Mom's Day out here at home sweet home. I was thinking what could possibly go wrong today when Amma gave me a plateful of delicious Pongal. I couldn't believe my luck. Breakfast without brushing? What was wrong with Amma today? I was going to grab a bite of "Made in Heaven" Pongal, when Dad noticed the CloseUp tube idling in the stand. For a change, I must add. Dad applied his Scotland Yard Chief Detective brains and deduced I hadn't brushed since last night and chased me all over the house in a gallant effort to exterminate all the germs that must be honeymooning in my gums. Reluctantly, I obliged.

Pongal was truly out of the world. Ananta Padmanabha Swamy Temple's chief cook...you are truly amazing! I LOVE YOU. The accompanying kesari was equally yummyyy.

Meanwhile, seeing none of my friends online, I resolved to study. Sat with Complex Numbers and worked out one big two line sum[Relax, Shreya DidiG], when Mom entered the stage with the most feared thing in the household.

OIL!

Nope, she wasn't attempting arson. Chill! Just attempting to convince me an oil bath is good for my health. Ignoring all my "Chancy, Mudiyadu" protests, she made me squat down and yeah...

I'M SOAKING IN 5.67 GALLONS OF OIL AT THE MO'!

The really annoying flowing feel of oil, sheesh!, it is like covering yourself with leeches. AARGHH! But, Mummy doesn't see all this. Just that, like good old Paati says, oil baths help in keeping a glowing and smooth skin. But, I don't plan to walk the ramp at Lakme Fashion Week next year, Ma, PURINJUDA?

I can hear the "Ennai oda laptop eppo onakku romba thevaya. Kulika poda!" in the most nicest tone possible from Mrs. Raguraman. Before "poda" is replaced by "poitolayenda", I must be off.

Bbye!

Off FB!

Thank you, Barkha, for helping me discover that the Internet is beyond Facebook! I truly agree with your HT article . If anyone deserves the gallows, nope, it isn't Ajmal Kasab, it is scum like SPS Rathore that rule our country. My sympathies to you and your family, Mr. Girhotra, and Aradhana, if I were the President of the country, you would get an Award for Extraordinary Bravery next January 26.

BREAKING NEWS: SATHISH JOINS THE "NO FB" CAMPAIGN!

Reuters: In a move that has clearly surprised and even shocked all those who once had "Otteri Neri" on their Friends List, Sathish has put up an "Off FB" status and has resisted all temptation to check on his notifications. Adivaasi, spokesperson for Mr.Neri, in an interview to Al-Jazeera, denied speculation that Mr.Randomness Personified had decided to leave the social networking site notorious for its addicting capability once and for all. "He just wants to see how long he can survive without FBing. Plus he's coping really well with the Facebook Withdrawal Syndrome. He listened to songs, blogged, twittered, caught up with old friends, and is even considering getting a start on his C++ project", said Mr.Adivaasi.

Well, yeah, that kinda summarizes my life at the moment. With Kaise Mujhe Tum Mil Gayi playing on an endless loop in my head [Take that wide-eyed astonished look off your face, Nishi, I do listen to Hindi songs!], Shreya DidiG's "Maine wine piya, dance kiya, kal meri behen ki birthday hai, cake kaaongi, tumhe sab kuch bataoongi, kal call karoongi, because tum bankrupt hoge. GN, SD", dear sweet old Grandma's "Nee thirundaveamatta" and if really exasperated "Nee urupadamaari enakku theriyala!" statements, Mom wondering if I got an inflatable balloon for a stomach, Julie and me MRT-ing, Dad worrying if getting me a laptop was really a wise decision, listening to Vinay-Earth-Destruction-Karthik's "Anna! I'll annihilate the Earth" plans, mokkafying Sam every few hours, missed-calling Violin Sir, dividing 1000/x where x was once 15 and is currently 7, getting up leisurely at 11.30, watching really "WhydidIevercomeforthis?" movies like New Moon, cycling recklessly up and down the potholed alleys of Singara Chennai, downing half a dozen coffees in a day, forwarding really random SMSes to Sudip, "please cal. m bored"ing Divya and yeah! regretting my decision to drag 15 kgs of books all the way from 3 MCR to Changi Airport and to Chennai last 28th and forgetting them since then...life is seriously awwsum![Sheesh! AWESOME!]

I'm coming, Morpheus. Adieu!

rEd aNd wHiTe!

Waves-Hands-And-Tells-Hi-Akash [I guess, I just saved my neck! Imagine writing Ms.Cheese Thosai...]used the local services of her mobile service provider, SingTel, and informed the occupants of BODT at an unearthly hour of 11.45 pm that all GIISQTians/ers/iites had to wear the colors of the Singapore National Flag the next day. Frankly speaking, I was like "What the hell? Where on earth do I go for a flag-colour-dress? By the way, how did the Singapore National Flag look like?!?" WHATHA basically, technically, definitely, OBVIOUSLY had no answer and unceremoniously hung up. "Etiquette and today's girls, are two mutually exclusive words and it was to be expected, wake up, young man!," I told myself.

Eventually, somewhere during the course of the night, I realised that the red and white dishcloth they had put up for drying outside the hostel was the Singapore National Flag[Dear singaporeans, no offence meant! I come from a place in Indian where dryers are not so common as they are in the land of 'hi-la-how-are-you-la?'s].

To start somewhere, why did the founding fathers of Singapore have to decide on a red and white flag? Why not green, yellow or black or any other colour for that matter?

Now, charming ladies and the not-so-charming gentlemen, the flag of a 44-year old [or going to 44 years soon!] country doesn't change overnight just because one cute, young, handsome, charming young lad[my wide-eyed readers, this is a descriptive reference to me!] hasn't got his dress for the next day! And so my dilemma continued.

Eventually, in the morning, this cute, handsome, charming, young lad decided on a white singaporeish t-shirt after half a dozen conferences aimed at confirming the colour of the shirt to be worn.

Breakfast passed quite uneventfully(Warden Madam stifled a laugh when she saw me...no ideas why!) with just 2-3 people offering comments on the new t-shirt(Where? When? How much?!).

Everything kind of went alright till the last period when Pradnya acquired the audacity to suggest "Sathish, this shirt looks girlish!" which according to me didn't merit a response[meaning I was absolutely speechless!] and spurred me to actually concentrate in the class[was dozing till then! molecular orbital theory really sounded like a lullaby!]

At last, the bell rang out and R & W day came to an end [without any major casualities!]. I heaved a big sigh of relief. Thank God! The fancy-dress thing was finally over.

Looking back now, the last 24 hours still seem like "a comedy of grave errors!". Still, I guess, fooling around once a year is acceptable. After all, it is our dear Singapore's birthday!

Happy B'Day, la. Can do just about anything for you la!

1 week...10 days...2 weeks...this week...tomorrow...today...now...FINALLY!

Finally, we got Wi-Fi. The poor thing was coming all the way from US[mode of transport still unknown-can't be a plane for sure! How about a motorbike?] for over a month now and finally, it has come. The icing on the cake was the installation of a 29 inch plasma TV [never measured it, but I have always felt 29 inch plasma TV is something that awes the opposite person...so 29 inch it is!] with "crystal-clear" clarity and a load of Chinky [Word Courtesy: Saurabh] channels. First program was pretty confusing. You know, triangle love story, exploding science projects and stuff!

"By the way, by the way", the topic remains Wi-Fi. Now that wi-fi's here, no walking all the way to school [It is so far-off that I haven't used the Net for a week(unless you count illegally gmailing during comp classes), no watchmen grumbling about authorisation, and most importantly no access-carding!

Thanks a lot to everyone who got the wi-fi FINALLY installed.

[Singlishly] We remain forever indebted to you, la!