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Friday, 26 February 2010

preventive and community dentistry

Those pcd Extra classes! Uff!

Friday, 19 February 2010

Ek Ladka Tha Diwana Sa (One Boy was there, Mad types)

Haylo!!

Today we will tell you a story about a boy... a boy different from others. Long ago in the deep valleys of Himalaya lived a family. Their home was a tiny shack which wasn't visible until you waded through a thick forest of pine and supine trees, across the river, over the bridge, under the canopies, dark green....

In the family, there was a Daddy who worked till late in the evening and came back everyday with absolutely nothing! God knows what he used to do. There was a mommy who was always busy in the kitchen, making noises with the utensils, pretending to work without doing anything other than avoiding to spend time with the boy!

This was the boy's world. He had a fixed routine. Go playing outside but not across the bridge, go near the river but don't put your feet in the water, go do something but, don't touch anything. It was the life he knew.

People used to like him for his obedience, he never crossed the bridge; neither his Dad ever talk anything about crossing the bridge. It was an unsaid rule. He never played in water; neither did his mum tell him to fetch a pale of water; not even any discussions about Jack and Jill going up the hill, no nothing.

It was a small sweet world till they had to send the boy to the other side of the hill for further studies. The other side of the hill was unknown, there were no bridges or rivers; but there was a lake and a boat, there was a cow and a goat. He hadn't seen all this ever. Being so imaginative, he had imagined all these things and luckily things were exactly the same as he had daydreamed. The boat could float and the goat could gloat.

(To be continued)

Wednesday, 10 February 2010

someone is obsessed

With fountains. *wink**wink*
*nudge**nudge*

chilly, isn't it.

It's about the chilly paste that our mess workers call 'sambar'

Monday, 8 February 2010

Valentine's Day Special

Well, well, well.... Valentine's day is here. Time for the preparations! It's the perfect time for spreading love and fraandship! Just a week before the actual day, the brigade starts celebrating 'rose day', 'propose day', 'chocos day' and what not! Love just happens on the fourteenth day of February. High chances are that it will happen to you if you are jobless, are bunking classes and have been ogling at a cute 'ladies' ever since you family disowned you.

Valentine's day means a lot to those who are actually in love and it's a special occasion to let your other half know that you couldn't imagine life without their support and love. But, it means a hell lot more to those who haven't found love. It's about the hunt! It's about the famously frustrated females and males who are dying without a jee-eff and bee-eff!

It's not like I am a hypocrite or something who thinks 'making frandsip' is so uncool. On the contrary, I was actually almost one of them some time ago, so, I know the inside story. Now. don't you want a scoooop, dah-ling?

Ok, I'll narrate it in the form of a story, a surprisingly short one-

There was a guy and there was a girl. The girl was charming and sweet (and yea, she was awfully fair and couldn't inhale oxygen without the aid of maskara and lip gloss!) There is nothing wrong with being fair but being told "Oh you are so fair, I envy you" over and over again makes you think like you worked hard for this complexion... or like when God was handing out complexions, you murdered two people and severely injured three others to attain this complexion. Now that's bad.

The guy was nice, he oiled his hair daily, spent a considerable amount of time in front of the mirror to get his smile right. Ah! The joy of a perfect *clink* smile! The guy had frands, and his frands had girl frands. The girl also had frands, and they had boi frands. Love was in the air. For the boy it was somewhere in his hair.

The boy used to look at the girl from the corner of the cornermost corner of the city. The girl used to 'notice' him. When the girl used to walk, the boy used to chase her. It was so sweet.

One day the guy got the girl's number and he called her. She picked up the phone and the guy said "I love you"!

There! Right there! Cupid strikes!

The girl blushes but she has to be decent, right? She asks "How come? I don't even know you." The guy says, "I don't know, ever since I have seen you.... *blah blah blah* *Sorry to all the readers, I actually slept through their conversation so, can't report it word to word*

But, the gist is- The girl doesn't trust the guy so, she lets the guy clarify his feelings over a cup of coffee.

The next day, the girl and boy are having coffee together and are munching on sumptuous lumps of "LOVE"

YUM YUM!!

I believe in love now.... no, really! Truly, I do!