The Song tag! Think..Nostalgia and music! Finish the list and then tag three people to do it!
1. Song most listened to during school years: Quit Playing Games with My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. { : }
2. Song during college years: Wake me up when September Ends by Green Day
3. Song during first love: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
4. Song during first heartbreak: Forever by Papa Roach
5. Song for all seasons: Hey Jude by The Beatles
6. Song you'd headbang to: Chop Suey by System of a Down and Cyanide by Metallica
7. Song you'd dance to: ...To Be Loved by Papa Roach
8. Song for gymming: Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
9. Song for long walks: Any The Doors' album
10. Song for drives: You Make Me Smile by Blue October
11. Song for mornings: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall
12. Song for parties: Soulja boy!
13. Song when stressed: Thin Air by Pearl Jam
14. Song when cheerful: New Shoes by Paolo Nutini
15. Song when romantic: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
16. Song when mad as hell: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
17. Song that you'd serenade a girl/guy with: You Really Got A Hold On Me by The Beatles
18. Song you'd like to be seranaded with: P.S. I Love You by The Beatles [The Beatles have a song for every occasion!]
19. Song you'd dedicate to any person in the world: Get the Fuck out of my way! by The Bloody B.C.'s, dedicated to Mudoh! :D
20. Song of a legend: Message in the Bottle by Police
21. Song that others connect you with: Imagine by John Lennon
22. Song that best describes you: My Heart Is a Fist by Papa Roach
People I tag to do this:
1. Nikki
2. Zephyr
3. AnnaChronism
Keep On Rawking, yo! :D
Monday, 8 December 2008
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Let's hit the mall!
If you didn't know this already, I love the mall. It is the best place to go to, and it caters to people of all kind. So what to do when you're really hungry at the mall? Hit the food court!! However, after close observation of the people who do visit the food court, I find it very simple to club them into groups. They are as follows:
1. The family: They arrive in huge packs - from dada-dadi, nana-nani to the one month old hanging from pappa's arm, they all come to celebrate family togetherness. They represent Karan Johar's 'Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham' to the T...it's all about loving the family after all!
Food court behaviour: They club twenty tables together and order food from every possible destination, usually creating a big mess. The children run around the tables, screaming, throwing tantrums. This group usually takes the longest to finish their meals.
2. The lovers: They have eyes only for each other. They occupy tables at the food court's most secluded spots, the khopcha corner. Loud sighs, girly giggles abound. It's just the two of them in the mall, and no one else apparantly matters!
Food court behaviour: They don't order individual meals (if at all!). It's just one plate of whatever (usually chaat, as I've observed!) which they lovingly feed each other with a plastic spoon. This group usually does not leave their tables till the girl gets an angry phone call from mummy asking her where she is.
3. The 'happy fraandsip day' teens: These arrive in huge packs too, twenty to thirty at a time. This group comes to the mall/food court only on special occasions like fraansip day, which is probably the most important day in their lives.
Food court behaviour: This group clubs tables together as well, and usually show up at rush hour. They don't order any food, and just sit around writing 'happy fransip day' with markers on each other's hands and tying the fransip bands. They are even louder than The Family, and twice as annoying.
4. The extremely broke teens: These arrive in a tiny group, maximum four. They come just to the food court for some respite from their mundane school/college lives, but they are too broke to afford anything above Rs. 20/-
Food court behaviour: They will all sit at only one table and will share one thing between all of them. This is usually steamed corn or a cup of ice-cream. Money is shared, and the person who pays constantly reminds everyone that they owe him/her Rs. 10.50/-
5. The Cynics: This is the category I belong to. They are cynical of everything and everyone around them, and look at each and every person with cynicism.
Food court behaviour: They only stick to their kind, and comment on each and every person in the mall. They have an opinion on everyone. Some usually write about their observations in a blog.
Much like this one.
1. The family: They arrive in huge packs - from dada-dadi, nana-nani to the one month old hanging from pappa's arm, they all come to celebrate family togetherness. They represent Karan Johar's 'Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham' to the T...it's all about loving the family after all!
Food court behaviour: They club twenty tables together and order food from every possible destination, usually creating a big mess. The children run around the tables, screaming, throwing tantrums. This group usually takes the longest to finish their meals.
2. The lovers: They have eyes only for each other. They occupy tables at the food court's most secluded spots, the khopcha corner. Loud sighs, girly giggles abound. It's just the two of them in the mall, and no one else apparantly matters!
Food court behaviour: They don't order individual meals (if at all!). It's just one plate of whatever (usually chaat, as I've observed!) which they lovingly feed each other with a plastic spoon. This group usually does not leave their tables till the girl gets an angry phone call from mummy asking her where she is.
3. The 'happy fraandsip day' teens: These arrive in huge packs too, twenty to thirty at a time. This group comes to the mall/food court only on special occasions like fraansip day, which is probably the most important day in their lives.
Food court behaviour: This group clubs tables together as well, and usually show up at rush hour. They don't order any food, and just sit around writing 'happy fransip day' with markers on each other's hands and tying the fransip bands. They are even louder than The Family, and twice as annoying.
4. The extremely broke teens: These arrive in a tiny group, maximum four. They come just to the food court for some respite from their mundane school/college lives, but they are too broke to afford anything above Rs. 20/-
Food court behaviour: They will all sit at only one table and will share one thing between all of them. This is usually steamed corn or a cup of ice-cream. Money is shared, and the person who pays constantly reminds everyone that they owe him/her Rs. 10.50/-
5. The Cynics: This is the category I belong to. They are cynical of everything and everyone around them, and look at each and every person with cynicism.
Food court behaviour: They only stick to their kind, and comment on each and every person in the mall. They have an opinion on everyone. Some usually write about their observations in a blog.
Much like this one.
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Quotes you will remember forever!
"Grumpiness is related to cynicysm. Hence, when I'm old, I'll love to be a grump"
"I love gays in a non-gay way"
"News channels are like headless chicken. They run around a story, and then they [the story] die."
"Just like not everyone is meant to succeed, not everyone is destined to be a failure"
"Regular bloggers write blogs. But my blog contains no post. This is originality! Originality man! Originality!"
- The GREAT Mudoh (Jasmeet)
"This is not traffic. This is trafuck"
- I-was-forced-to-write-this-post-Iggy
I can't think a good title for this post, but you should read it anyway cause it's going to be funny.
In my second year at Mithibai college, I was blessed to be in the presence of a professor called Mr. B (I am not going to reveal his identitity cause there might be people from Mithibai reading this!)
He 'taught' us a subject called Fundamental Concept, which was basically a good class to attend if you have insomnia. Sleep was guarenteed. He would basically drone on about our Human Rights and Freedoms and Duties. Don't get me wrong, the subject is very interesting. But Mr. B had his own method of teaching. He would basically come to class and recite a whole chapter out loud and leave. No scope for questions, cause he didn't even breathe in the middle while he recited.
However, there was something very peculiar about Mr B. He had a full head of red hair. Not natural, of course. The red that came from really bad henna. The colour was inconsistent too. Somewhere it was red, behind his ears it was orange and at the nape of his neck, his hair was white. It was like a lunar eclipse when he would show up in class. And for those who bothered to attend, they would be subject to 40 minutes of droning, and watching his shiny red hair.
One day, I made a decision to *finally* attend his class (not having done so before). So he entered, and began his usual 'teaching'. I stifled a yawn, trying to protect my eyes from his hair. Out of nowhere, a joke crept in to my mind, and I had the urge to immediately share this joke with RadRid, who would sit next to me. I scribbled something on her notebook and passed it to her.
She read the contents and giggled. Now Mr B, who is usually oblivious of what is happening around him, looked up from his book and saw her giggling.
"Yes, what is the matter?"
I froze, so did RadRid.
"Uhh...Nothing sir!"
"Show me the book"
Crap.Crap.Crap. That's all my mind could think.
So he took the notebook and went back to his desk. He read the contents too.
"Oh, so it's a joke about me." he said in an uninterested voice.
RadRid and I were sweating bullets at this point.
And then, he did something that I never imagined he would. He read the joke out loud.
"Why did the students run away from Mr B's class?
Because it was declared Red Alert"
As you can imagine, the class imediatelly broke into laughter (I was quite surprised so many were in class! Usually his lectures had only 4-5 people!) Mr B wasn't laughing, with good reason. I apologised immediately, but he just shrugged.
I thought we'd be told to leave class, or our attendance would be cancelled. But nothing like that happened. He just returned the book to RadRid and resumed his class. And he didn't take any action against us after this incident.
But he did take one action regarding the joke.
He stopped colouring his hair.
He 'taught' us a subject called Fundamental Concept, which was basically a good class to attend if you have insomnia. Sleep was guarenteed. He would basically drone on about our Human Rights and Freedoms and Duties. Don't get me wrong, the subject is very interesting. But Mr. B had his own method of teaching. He would basically come to class and recite a whole chapter out loud and leave. No scope for questions, cause he didn't even breathe in the middle while he recited.
However, there was something very peculiar about Mr B. He had a full head of red hair. Not natural, of course. The red that came from really bad henna. The colour was inconsistent too. Somewhere it was red, behind his ears it was orange and at the nape of his neck, his hair was white. It was like a lunar eclipse when he would show up in class. And for those who bothered to attend, they would be subject to 40 minutes of droning, and watching his shiny red hair.
One day, I made a decision to *finally* attend his class (not having done so before). So he entered, and began his usual 'teaching'. I stifled a yawn, trying to protect my eyes from his hair. Out of nowhere, a joke crept in to my mind, and I had the urge to immediately share this joke with RadRid, who would sit next to me. I scribbled something on her notebook and passed it to her.
She read the contents and giggled. Now Mr B, who is usually oblivious of what is happening around him, looked up from his book and saw her giggling.
"Yes, what is the matter?"
I froze, so did RadRid.
"Uhh...Nothing sir!"
"Show me the book"
Crap.Crap.Crap. That's all my mind could think.
So he took the notebook and went back to his desk. He read the contents too.
"Oh, so it's a joke about me." he said in an uninterested voice.
RadRid and I were sweating bullets at this point.
And then, he did something that I never imagined he would. He read the joke out loud.
"Why did the students run away from Mr B's class?
Because it was declared Red Alert"
As you can imagine, the class imediatelly broke into laughter (I was quite surprised so many were in class! Usually his lectures had only 4-5 people!) Mr B wasn't laughing, with good reason. I apologised immediately, but he just shrugged.
I thought we'd be told to leave class, or our attendance would be cancelled. But nothing like that happened. He just returned the book to RadRid and resumed his class. And he didn't take any action against us after this incident.
But he did take one action regarding the joke.
He stopped colouring his hair.
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