no .i din go clubbing

its 12:47 am , January one , of 2011 .

i bet its going to take me at least a week to write 2011 correctly , instead of 2010 in the date column .
just for one simple reason that 2010 had been great for me.
for starters i got to know a lot of people .
people who talk and make sense.
people who want to create a difference in this world ,
people who have created a difference in this world ,seriously !
people who inspire ,
people who irritate ,plastics and people who are made in china (if you know what i mean).



what have I done REMARKABLY in the year 2010 ?
nothing that would change this world ,
nothing new i can claim that i am excellent in .
honestly i had been very inactive .



so what am i going to do about it ?
well i made a plan ,
i wrote a list ,a long list of things that i want to do and achieve in this new year
and by every month , i am going to make sure that i get a tick mark next to everything in that list .
one by one .
this process is going to be honest , and with sheer dedication just for one simple reason that the world has no time for losers.


i of course am not going to disclose what my list contains ,
take it from me ,it doesn have anything like
" i should put on some meat"
"i should become a mommy"
"and then i should get married " and horse shit.

but
its genuine ,
its attainable ,
it requires some sacrifice ,
it requires absolute dedication ,
it requires effort,
it requires strength ,
it requires knowledge.

and this year ,
i AM going to make a difference, if not to the whole wide world , at least to my world .
i am .
i will.
i bet.





2011 !
you better be nice to me , else i am going to make you be so .

amma's signature sambhar

i am typing this furiously cuz my mom is looking at me through the corner of her eyes ,
and i want her to know that i am actually doing something productive now. (!)

every mom and daughter will have this thing ...
or at least we do .

i don have a sibling , and she becomes my sibling sometimes -
sister , more like a younger sister who 'd pester me for everything and take all my cosmetics and spoil my lovely shoes* ..



we argue .
a lot ,
for almost everything ,
and it ends up like this ...
she'l rush into the kitchen and start frying something
( i am assuming she imagines what ever she is frying to be me / my dad sometimes when they have a fight )
and i 'l throw whatever is in my hand and sit in front of the comp and start typing something ,
its during these times that i actually find the time , 'find the time ?' , yeah , to do something like an incomplete record ,
an incomplete accounts notebook with over ten question marks in red ink on one page ,
(common , i arrive at the balance sheet straight without calculating anything else in the problem and , even the balance sheet ( copied from my beshtie ) goes ridiculously wrong ! )
a company law project that should be submitted the next day morning at eight sharp etc .

now lets come to the point ...
why is she so mad at me ?

because i refused to tell her what exactly i do on Facebook for hours together everyday ,
and she was bloody curios to know .
i did try on my part to explain what it was ,
refer : Google's social networking sites literal meaning cuz thats exactly what i told her .
but she is MY mom .
she wanted to sit next to me when i go on Facebook .
i refused .
obviously, i do not want her to see who i am " married to " and who my children are "
yet she dint give up .
she kept walking inside my room pretending like she had some work , just to have a sneak peak into my Facebook world .
hilarious it was !
so i made her sit next to me and explained how the whole site works ,
how the whole world is connected through it ,
how to waste time on it . literally !,
how to access games ,
how to block friends ,
and all how to's related to the same .

she did not get as curious as i tot she would get regarding my relationship status or who my children were ,
but she got curious about something .
guess what ?

fishville !

she had always wanted a fish tank , but she dropped the idea of having one cuz someone told her that the entire house begins to stink if the tank is not cleaned properly , and we iyyengars aren supposed to have fishes and other so called - considered- to - be - "impure" animals.
rubbish ! i know!

when she saw this fishville thing , she got sooper excited .
so everyday after i am done with my regular facebook routine , she 'd play fishville through my account ,
believe me or not , in two weeks , she had over two fifty fishes in three differnt tanks .


now i had logged into facebook ,
i was busy checking some random profile .
okay , not some random profile ,
the profile of the guy who my younger sister ( cousin) was dating ,
i had to see if he was worthy enough , oh! common , she is MY family ,
she was online too
and we were busy discussing about him also his "i am a super cool guy pictures" .
that is exactly when amma wanted to play fishville cuz it was time she sells her fishes and cleans her tank or her fishes 'l die .
she cant use the laptop cuz she needs an account to access facebook/fishville.
and i denied to give the comp/use my account .
i told you .
i was busy stalking .
i tried convincing her that i was "busy "doing some "important" work and i'd let her use the comp when i am done ,
we argued,
she got pissed ,
and i immediately logged out of facebook ,
she couldn do anything about it ,
hence the frying's of India happening in the kitchen now .


its time i go and apologize to her
after all its amma
plus i am able to smell her delicious sambhar =D
trust me , its DELICIOUS .
dinner time .







PS :amma is not like any younger sister .
never uses any of my cosmetics neither does she spoils my shoes .
in fact she never uses cosmetics at all and
she is the beautiful-lest woman i ve ever known slash seen or even heard .

but you got the picture there right?
2.almost every post of mine has a PS , o.O!
3. and i am hoping that amma actually thought that i was doing something productive till now on the comp else i am screwed .

okay .
bye .

hey ! maha .. right ?

five hours of freedom at college .
bunking.
shopping at Chennai's biggest mall.
bumping into my 4th grade classmate, who was apparently my best friend then .
having lunch together and yapping a lot ,
college ,
politics,
boyfriends,
breakups,
achievements , (!)
cricket,
ups and downs ,
AIDS awareness, (!)
commenting on random people,
daring to pull a guy's ponytail ,(who was also wearing aviators INSIDE the mall . STYLE! )
wanting to buy sooo many things and making a list of them as drafts in our phones,
comparing our current tastes , likes and dislikes,
zuckerburg-ing AND successfully finding two of our 4th grade batch mates ,
(one lives right next to my place and the other at Sydney)
goodbye gifts and hugs ,
ride in the rain,
back home ,
blogging .


moral (s):
1)bunking is best part of college life.
2)i always bump into someone when i go to any mall .
3)shopping is too much fun .
4)i can recognize people even after 9 years , no actually she did.
5)facebook is a part of our lives now.
6) perfect girls day out is when you don't plan it but just let it happen .