Haye bappi, Hayyeee Papiha!!

Hey!!!! I am such a disgrace to the blogger inside me. Don’t even give her enough time to continue her passion. Anyways, despite the-groggy feeling and the odd hours, I thought it would be unfair not to let her use and utilize this anyways-going-to-be-wasted hour. And actually I do like our shared blog. Feels so much me! She is too good in expressing what I am, aint she?!?!?! But sometimes she does get influenced by other blogs and unknowingly gets to write in other style of writing, like she would in this post too, making several short points rather than her usual essay-type posts, as soon as I let her take over. Alrgiht, she doesn’t like me writing but I had made it a condition to her for letting me write for a while before she proceeds. But cant continue anymore, her constant ranting from ‘within’ being one of the reason. So here on it is SHE who is writing.
UMMPH…….. Hiiiiii hiiii hiiiii… been so wanting to update my blog but didn’t get enough time. Cant help it though. There are many many things going in my mind which I want to write before I forget. So here I go….
• I have (already) started the countdown for my birthday. Yes! It is hardly 5weeks away. But this birthday countdown gives me creeps also each year. I feel terrible, awful and dreadful when I get reminded that I am that many years old. It happens each year. Each year I would exclaim “OMG! I am __ years old. Look at myself. This __ sound soooooo old and mature. __ minus 1 was a perfect age for me. Why one more to it? AHHHHH…… and another worry roots in. what if my birthday is not celebrated as I wanted it. Would I be disappointed on my birthday (which is almost inevitable as I expect higher than reality) which would be the worst thing to happen. This time, I found festoons in the house and am planning to take it to Manipal to spare my friends of its expense for my birthday. But it would look so haughty to offer it to them myself. How will I manage that?
• Here is an extremely good example of being committed to your community no-matter-what. My grandmom, eighty plus who has been living with us for at least ten years now and cannot hear, still prefers to see tamil channels during day-time. It is not as if she would not see dishum-dishum hindi movies but still in the end would invariably see at least 15 minutes of tamil shows as a compulsion. Not because she would understand it better than she would hindi movies (provided she cant hear)and neither because it would keep her in touch with what is happening there as a pretext to gossip among her friends as living here for many years she must have lost touch with them. It is only I feel because it makes her feel as a part of that particular community and feel attached to it despite the distances. :)
• My mom is obsessed with water. Strange obsessions she has in life, keeping in mind her obsession for socks, mobile games, participating in any sort of event, visioning her future in “mother ka aashram”, TUPPERWARE and many other things. Even when she is in office her mind would throughout be in whether there is water in the house or not. MAMMA! And my dad is a smartie. He has brilliant ways of pending away work. What he does is, drink half-way through a water bottle kept in the fridge and then begin with a new bottle (resulting in half-drunk bottles in the fridge, yes he still drinks cold water in this unbearable winter) so that he wouldn’t have to fill the bottles until all the bottles are empty.
• I think I should put my (or other’s) problem of the increasing layers of fat in my tummy (and also other places) in the backseat because I have been devouring excessively on yummy but fatty food in Indore which I cannot resist. Gone are the brutal days of Manipal with frugal meals. But the thing is, why do people have sooo much of problem in seeing me fat? And even if it is a pain to their eyes, why do they transfer their pain to their tongues and express it so blatantly? One of the least soothing words I came across recently were “Aree!!! Your one thigh is equivalent to mine and simran’s put together” so casually said by Shivani. Thanks so much.
• I love Indore. It is only after going to Manipal have I realized that is really strange in many ways. Families roaming late in the city just to have chaat in Sarafa. For non-indoris, sarafa actually opens after 11!!! And there are discotheques where families go for dancing. I got to know that discos are mostly attached to a pub only after going to Manipal. Or was I reluctant to know that basic knowledge? I have never seen Indore roads deserted even when we used to reach Indore as late as 2 in the night and it would not be as if I would see tapporis, but the whole family happy and carefree, going god knows where.
And yes, remembering Vineeth’s statement, I so want my mom and dad to be disco-queen and king! They so much love dancing!
• There have been so many times when I have suffered ego-punctures. That means, I would be more than confidently stating something as if it were true only to know minutes later that I have been quite wrong. Here are two instances. On our fresher’s party last year, I joined Ruhi for dinner and noticed that she hadn’t taken my assumed ‘panner’ ki sabzi and asked her had she not noticed it and proudly adding that it was so hard not to have noticed it. She said nothing but she already knew what I got to know minutes later after putting several chunks of that sabzi in my mouth that it was actually chicken-something and the reason why she hadn’t taken it. Proved that she was more well-aware than what I claimed I was in her comparison. Another such incident happened with Sreya. We like usual were discussing about eyes and lips and ears and cheeks and hair and all of that. It was then I felt amused to see that she had to bring her lower jaw forward whenever she opened her mouth for smiling. I like all other times confidently commented that her jaw is placed unusually and it is quite abnormal for it to go behind the upper one whenever she closed her mouth and said as a matter of fact that the jaws are supposed to stay as they are even when the mouth is closed. And later when I was talking about it with Ruhi, I realized that her perfectly aligned teeth of the lower jaw also go beind when she closed her mouth. I asked her two other room-mates whether it was the same for them and they nodded in agreement, silly me, then got to know, that it was not sreya’s but my jaws that were abnormally placed. Again proved that I was sillier, less perfect than Sreya, contrary to what I had so confidently stated to her. I should seriously give up on mocking. God severely punishes me for that. AHHHHHHH….
• What else?!?!?! Wanted to write so much more… hmmm… hmm… and YES YES YES…. It gives me creeps to think about a multiple identity disorder. My worst fear. I am not such a case. So please ignore what __ told in the beginning. She is MAD. I get utterly scared to think that she isn’t real and she constantly thinks of ways of making me feel so. AHHHH… I hate her…. AHHH…. Hayyeee baapiii haye papiha,… Haye bappi haye papiha… why are you so confused??? It is my way of dealing with fear-singing songs. STOP making Fun of me. Now browse some other blog, I have nothing more to write. Hayye bappi, Haaayee papihaaa….

I like observing people. There are so many different emotions you will come across if you notice properly… here I will be listing some of my favourites. Here it goes:
• The smile on a mother’s face when some other person appreciates her newborn infant. I particularly like it when she feels proud of it and adds from her side that her baby can do many more things and asks the infant to do it at that particular moment. The smile is simply fantastic.
• The glow in a lover’s face when he/she (usually she) tells about her love and explains in detail things like how they met or they started going out.
• The awkwardly happy smile on a person’s face when he is complimented unexpectedly.
• The expression on the face of a person who is trying to avert his eyes from the one he loves to hide the embarrassment, usually when his friends tease him about her. Even the expression of harmless malice on the face of the friends is worth noticing.
• The expression of gratefulness in a person who has been helped out of the blue.
• The immediate tangy sensation you can notice when someone has a mouthful of something sour.
• The alarmed look on a face on the revelation of a secret.
• The look of serenity in wise elderly men.
• The enjoyment on a discovery or seeing a wonder.
• The lost dreamy look in someone who is blushing inside thinking of her lover.
• The winning look on the face of someone who just won an argument.
• The engrossed look on someone looking out for something.
• The guiltily embarrassed look when somebody loses or breaks some other person’s valuable stuff.
• Of a person who is thinking deeply as if analyzing something.
• A hopeful look in a participant anticipating his victory.
• The face of a nervous student before an exam. Quite in contrast you will also find people with confident faces and also those with carefree attitude who don’t bother about the result.
Well that is all I can think of now… suggest me some more na!