Yes, i have got serious problems. I am suffering incessantly from a psychological problem that is inhibiting my writing. The good news is that an unusually interesting thing happened. Theres this word "heuristic". Now, i didnt know that such a word featured in the English lexicon and also honoured the language by containing a meaning. But i learnt of the word today, and within a minute, during a critical analysis of the Schrödinger equation, the word featured in my life for a second time! Now, thats cool. Doesn't happen VERY often. Interesting thing that must be noted is that the first scenario in which i found the word was in NO way related to Chemistry.
And i must asseverate that section E is ideal. I am supremely pleased that I managed to change. I would love to write a lot about the why's and how's but i figure that i shouldn't let go completely on a blog.
:) Hurrah!
I love school.
Changing the point conspicuously,
As Rohan would agree, the word "nothing" has assumed exceptional meaning these days, hasn't it, mate? Nothing encompasses so much...It boggles you, you know. An omnipotent word that can be used to answer almost any question.
I want to read Ayn Ryand, Khaled Hosseini, Alberto Moravia, Frederick Forsyth, Alistair Maclean. Also, featuring in the second list are Pullman, Paolini, Amitava Ghosh. But Dammit, i don't have the time!
And i have an open plea to anyone sufficiently accomplished: I seriously need some help in the figuring out bit of the Schrödinger equation. peleeej, help me out. :(
Friday, July 3, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Movies.
I seem to have a thing for unusual, NOT critically acclaimed movies.I watched two films in the past week, both being unknown and lacking any sensational cast. I can guarantee that none of them are potential Oscar winners, but heck, the films were good. They are supposedly called "Martian Child" and "Sydney White and the Seven dorks." I loved both of them.
The first one-Martian Child- is a comedy drama. It revolves around the life of a strange creature and an alien.
David Gordon(John Cusack) is a popular Sci-Fi writer in the movie. His wife died when they were trying to adopt a child. Later on, Gordon decides to adopt a child called Dennis(Bobby Coleman). Dennis has an infallible belief that he is from Mars. And thats the story, really. The coming together of an adult who has his head in the clouds, being a sensational Sci-Fi writer, and Dennis, a boy who alleges that he is a Martian. Its a heartwarming movies based on the novel by the same name. Its all about the Gordon's struggles to be a parent. And Dennis's struggle to be an earthling. About How a distraught, kleptomaniac child and an adult find that at the end of it all, they do belong to someone. That "if the earth revolves around the sun at 67000 miles per hour, then we don't need to be from Mars". The movie is packed with quirky little lines that make you feel rather good on a hot summer afternoon. The film ends with one of the best lines ever.
"Every kid, when they come to the world, is just a bundle of enthusiasm and untapped potential. Aren't they just like aliens? Scared, clueless...this is how an alien learnt to love a earthly creature."
I am sure that I got it wrong, but heck, i don't care. I loved the movie!
The other one "Sydney White And the Seven Dorks" is obviously inspired by Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. However, there are no dwarfs in the movie. It is based on the college life of a young girl called Sydney White(Amanda Bynes). A college run by the a tyrannical President Of student Council, a girl called Sarah Paxton. Sydney White comes to this college as an outsider. In an effort to fit in, She tries to join a Elite group called the Kappa mumbo jumbo. (Er, it was essentially an all girls club who had "class" and "style".) However, Sydney was disillusioned about this elite group fairly fast, and she left their place after a clash with Paxton. She ended up in The Vortex(where losers are sucked in). The Vortex was something along the lines of a tumbledown shack where seven weirdos(the seven dorks) were holed up. The entire movie is centered around this group, about how Sydney stays with a bunch of unwanted guys "who have no experience with girls" are a "bit blunt", and how she makes them sociable, and ultimately unsettles the tyrannical Paxton, thereby making the college a home to all outsiders. Essentially a teen comedy, and one with liberally cliched contents, it packs in some good stuff in 2 hours. Its message: We are all dorks.
It has an interesting cast, hardly any mature performances, a very common place storyline, a happy ending and liberal amounts of the essential "spirit". Maybe thats why i liked it.
I wont recommend any of the movies if you are looking for something meaningful. However, if u have some time which needs to be spent in a non-regrettable fashion, i suggest you see them. Please don't expect to be enlightened or bowled over. Just expect to feel good at the end.
The first one-Martian Child- is a comedy drama. It revolves around the life of a strange creature and an alien.
David Gordon(John Cusack) is a popular Sci-Fi writer in the movie. His wife died when they were trying to adopt a child. Later on, Gordon decides to adopt a child called Dennis(Bobby Coleman). Dennis has an infallible belief that he is from Mars. And thats the story, really. The coming together of an adult who has his head in the clouds, being a sensational Sci-Fi writer, and Dennis, a boy who alleges that he is a Martian. Its a heartwarming movies based on the novel by the same name. Its all about the Gordon's struggles to be a parent. And Dennis's struggle to be an earthling. About How a distraught, kleptomaniac child and an adult find that at the end of it all, they do belong to someone. That "if the earth revolves around the sun at 67000 miles per hour, then we don't need to be from Mars". The movie is packed with quirky little lines that make you feel rather good on a hot summer afternoon. The film ends with one of the best lines ever.
"Every kid, when they come to the world, is just a bundle of enthusiasm and untapped potential. Aren't they just like aliens? Scared, clueless...this is how an alien learnt to love a earthly creature."
I am sure that I got it wrong, but heck, i don't care. I loved the movie!
The other one "Sydney White And the Seven Dorks" is obviously inspired by Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. However, there are no dwarfs in the movie. It is based on the college life of a young girl called Sydney White(Amanda Bynes). A college run by the a tyrannical President Of student Council, a girl called Sarah Paxton. Sydney White comes to this college as an outsider. In an effort to fit in, She tries to join a Elite group called the Kappa mumbo jumbo. (Er, it was essentially an all girls club who had "class" and "style".) However, Sydney was disillusioned about this elite group fairly fast, and she left their place after a clash with Paxton. She ended up in The Vortex(where losers are sucked in). The Vortex was something along the lines of a tumbledown shack where seven weirdos(the seven dorks) were holed up. The entire movie is centered around this group, about how Sydney stays with a bunch of unwanted guys "who have no experience with girls" are a "bit blunt", and how she makes them sociable, and ultimately unsettles the tyrannical Paxton, thereby making the college a home to all outsiders. Essentially a teen comedy, and one with liberally cliched contents, it packs in some good stuff in 2 hours. Its message: We are all dorks.
It has an interesting cast, hardly any mature performances, a very common place storyline, a happy ending and liberal amounts of the essential "spirit". Maybe thats why i liked it.
I wont recommend any of the movies if you are looking for something meaningful. However, if u have some time which needs to be spent in a non-regrettable fashion, i suggest you see them. Please don't expect to be enlightened or bowled over. Just expect to feel good at the end.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
A Chat (though she thinks that i didnt chat nicely)
Ting-Tong.
I looked up from my rummaging. Guests.
My father's old (they always iterate that they go way back) had come to pay a visit.
He was accompanied by his wife and his daughter, a cute young thing. I was about to squeeze her cheeks when she side stepped experlye and said, "Excuse me, I am eleven."
"Right." I said, withdrawing my hand. I recollected an incident that PC was telling me about. Of course, you know about it.
After all the niceties had been exchanged, all the fuss over how much the children have grown done with, the grown-ups began talking about Room number 2419, a mysterious place where my father and his friends had done things that...that people generally do at that age.
Since I had nothing much to do except to offer occasional laughs of disbelief, I began fiddling with my hair, collar, fingers and so on.
"Tell me something, what do you use for your hair? Gel or water?", asked the eleven-year-old-girl whose name I later found out was Rinki.
"Er, I don't use gel. Water occasionally.", I answered, looking at her curiously.
"No, you use gel." She said sanctimoniously, as if that's a felony.
"No, I don't!"
"Well, for the past ten minutes you have been constantly fiddling with your hair!" She accused. "You are a show-off!"
"Well, that's because I was sitting idle, dear." I said and added, "And come to think of it, you have been trying to put that lock of hair behind your ear for quite some time now." I said pointedly.
"So?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"So what?!"
"I am a girl." She said, as if that explained everything. "We do that."
"Right." I said, and wisely refrained from pointing out the small hole in her logic. Just eleven after all.
Remind me to be careful about how i use the word just.
***
She seemed the quintessences of curiosity once she got the measure of me. Is that a good thing? She stomped about without the slightest regard to whether I mind or not.
She suddenly came upon my guitar during her scrupulous inspection of my room.
"Play it.", She said austerely. I looked at her.
"Please." She added as an after thought.
I decided to play "Happy-Birthday" and "500 miles". I have very limited choices, you see.
"Play Jai ho." She said.
"Er, I am not an expert. Jai ho is pretty tough."
"But I want-"
"I cant." I said, and went on strumming absentmindedly.
"Tell me something, Why aren't you talking to me?" she asked.
"Er, I am talking!" (Kindly read the blog from the beginning if you, the reader, have any doubts.)
"No, I mean properly. Like chatting." She said, raising her left eyebrow. Now, I envy people who can do that. It's SO expressive! I want to do it. That reminds me, Raktima can do that too. Hmph.
"Well, you might have not noticed, but we have some differences. I am not used to talking about the stuff that you might want to talk about." I explained kindly.
"Yeah, you are right." She said, nodding. "Boys are pretty dense." She said knowingly.
I blinked.
"I was referring to our age difference, dear. I am 16. You are 11." I said, trying to gain back some respect.
"Oh thats not a problem!" She said, jumping up. "Girls have a 5 year mental lead on boys, don't you know! We are more advanced, you see. You try me, I can keep up!" she said giving me a dazzling smile.
'A chauvinist if there ever was one!' I thought to myself before I treated her to a Rohan smile.
[There is a particular photograph in facebook in which Rohan has been captured smiling. The camera man was Roro. It's that smile that I am talking about. Please, do see it.]
"Well, What do I talk about..." i said, thinking.
"Why don't you start with how many girlfriends you have?" she asked innocently.
"I, er, How many?"
"Yeah, like 7 or 8?"
"Aa.."
"Oh leave it." She snapped."You probably don't even know what a girlfriend is.", She said dismissively. I tried to give her another Rohan smile.
"Don't do that, you look like a baboon."
"Right.", I said, hissing. She made me realise that I can hiss a word that has no "s" in it.
"How many boyfriends to you have?", I asked her to drive the conversation away from turning into a comparison between a baboon and me. I was expecting triple digits.
"None." She said contemptuously.
"Why am I not surprised?", I blurted before I could stop myself.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing!" I said quickly.
"Yes thing!", She said suspiciously "what surprise were you-"
"Oh, i said that it's a surprise that KKR are batting like that." I said, nodding at the television.
"What does KKR have to do with boyfriends?" She asked.
"You see, Shah Rukh Khan... was the boyfriend..." I began.
"Oh, do shut up." She said irritably. "I don't want boyfriends.", She stated royally.
I was flabbergasted. No one tells me to shut up! But the bottom line is that i did shut up. :(
"But don't worry, boyfriends happen all the time. You need to chill out. Besides, don't you think that you are a bit too young for-" I began.
"No, I don't think so.", She said complacently. "You are perfectly old enough to-"
"I was talking about you.", I said.
"Oh its the same, don't you know the equation?" She asked, probably thinking to herself 'hes dumb.'
"Equation?", I asked densely.
"Are dhyatt, I told you. 11G=16B. Difference of 5. Its a constant.", She snapped "Like in Physics. My mum told me that g, thats is gravity by the way, is a constant." She said smugly.
"Right.", I said, gritting my teeth delicately. "You are smart."
"I know. I get that a lot." she said, smiling good-naturedly. Was she joking? Maybe. I can never be sure.
***
"Yeah, I am in South Point. You didn't know?" She asked me severely. I was being reprimanded for something that I had no possibility of knowing. Jesus.
"In class six. In high school." She finished.
"Oh, I am in 11. In the same school."
"Oh! Then you should come and meet me during Lunch break!", She exclaimed.
"Uh, Oh-kay.", I said, nodding, imagining a very eventful Lunch break.
"And bring your friends along. Your girlfriends, boyfriends...everyone!", She said brightly.
"I don't think that will be a good idea..." I said cautiously. I have some self respect, you know.
"What?!", she asked.
"Nothing nothing. Yeah, i'll do that, yeah."
***
Guys. When's the school reopening? :(
And, are there plenty out there like this little young thing? Mommy!
I looked up from my rummaging. Guests.
My father's old (they always iterate that they go way back) had come to pay a visit.
He was accompanied by his wife and his daughter, a cute young thing. I was about to squeeze her cheeks when she side stepped experlye and said, "Excuse me, I am eleven."
"Right." I said, withdrawing my hand. I recollected an incident that PC was telling me about. Of course, you know about it.
After all the niceties had been exchanged, all the fuss over how much the children have grown done with, the grown-ups began talking about Room number 2419, a mysterious place where my father and his friends had done things that...that people generally do at that age.
Since I had nothing much to do except to offer occasional laughs of disbelief, I began fiddling with my hair, collar, fingers and so on.
"Tell me something, what do you use for your hair? Gel or water?", asked the eleven-year-old-girl whose name I later found out was Rinki.
"Er, I don't use gel. Water occasionally.", I answered, looking at her curiously.
"No, you use gel." She said sanctimoniously, as if that's a felony.
"No, I don't!"
"Well, for the past ten minutes you have been constantly fiddling with your hair!" She accused. "You are a show-off!"
"Well, that's because I was sitting idle, dear." I said and added, "And come to think of it, you have been trying to put that lock of hair behind your ear for quite some time now." I said pointedly.
"So?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"So what?!"
"I am a girl." She said, as if that explained everything. "We do that."
"Right." I said, and wisely refrained from pointing out the small hole in her logic. Just eleven after all.
Remind me to be careful about how i use the word just.
***
She seemed the quintessences of curiosity once she got the measure of me. Is that a good thing? She stomped about without the slightest regard to whether I mind or not.
She suddenly came upon my guitar during her scrupulous inspection of my room.
"Play it.", She said austerely. I looked at her.
"Please." She added as an after thought.
I decided to play "Happy-Birthday" and "500 miles". I have very limited choices, you see.
"Play Jai ho." She said.
"Er, I am not an expert. Jai ho is pretty tough."
"But I want-"
"I cant." I said, and went on strumming absentmindedly.
"Tell me something, Why aren't you talking to me?" she asked.
"Er, I am talking!" (Kindly read the blog from the beginning if you, the reader, have any doubts.)
"No, I mean properly. Like chatting." She said, raising her left eyebrow. Now, I envy people who can do that. It's SO expressive! I want to do it. That reminds me, Raktima can do that too. Hmph.
"Well, you might have not noticed, but we have some differences. I am not used to talking about the stuff that you might want to talk about." I explained kindly.
"Yeah, you are right." She said, nodding. "Boys are pretty dense." She said knowingly.
I blinked.
"I was referring to our age difference, dear. I am 16. You are 11." I said, trying to gain back some respect.
"Oh thats not a problem!" She said, jumping up. "Girls have a 5 year mental lead on boys, don't you know! We are more advanced, you see. You try me, I can keep up!" she said giving me a dazzling smile.
'A chauvinist if there ever was one!' I thought to myself before I treated her to a Rohan smile.
[There is a particular photograph in facebook in which Rohan has been captured smiling. The camera man was Roro. It's that smile that I am talking about. Please, do see it.]
"Well, What do I talk about..." i said, thinking.
"Why don't you start with how many girlfriends you have?" she asked innocently.
"I, er, How many?"
"Yeah, like 7 or 8?"
"Aa.."
"Oh leave it." She snapped."You probably don't even know what a girlfriend is.", She said dismissively. I tried to give her another Rohan smile.
"Don't do that, you look like a baboon."
"Right.", I said, hissing. She made me realise that I can hiss a word that has no "s" in it.
"How many boyfriends to you have?", I asked her to drive the conversation away from turning into a comparison between a baboon and me. I was expecting triple digits.
"None." She said contemptuously.
"Why am I not surprised?", I blurted before I could stop myself.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing!" I said quickly.
"Yes thing!", She said suspiciously "what surprise were you-"
"Oh, i said that it's a surprise that KKR are batting like that." I said, nodding at the television.
"What does KKR have to do with boyfriends?" She asked.
"You see, Shah Rukh Khan... was the boyfriend..." I began.
"Oh, do shut up." She said irritably. "I don't want boyfriends.", She stated royally.
I was flabbergasted. No one tells me to shut up! But the bottom line is that i did shut up. :(
"But don't worry, boyfriends happen all the time. You need to chill out. Besides, don't you think that you are a bit too young for-" I began.
"No, I don't think so.", She said complacently. "You are perfectly old enough to-"
"I was talking about you.", I said.
"Oh its the same, don't you know the equation?" She asked, probably thinking to herself 'hes dumb.'
"Equation?", I asked densely.
"Are dhyatt, I told you. 11G=16B. Difference of 5. Its a constant.", She snapped "Like in Physics. My mum told me that g, thats is gravity by the way, is a constant." She said smugly.
"Right.", I said, gritting my teeth delicately. "You are smart."
"I know. I get that a lot." she said, smiling good-naturedly. Was she joking? Maybe. I can never be sure.
***
"Yeah, I am in South Point. You didn't know?" She asked me severely. I was being reprimanded for something that I had no possibility of knowing. Jesus.
"In class six. In high school." She finished.
"Oh, I am in 11. In the same school."
"Oh! Then you should come and meet me during Lunch break!", She exclaimed.
"Uh, Oh-kay.", I said, nodding, imagining a very eventful Lunch break.
"And bring your friends along. Your girlfriends, boyfriends...everyone!", She said brightly.
"I don't think that will be a good idea..." I said cautiously. I have some self respect, you know.
"What?!", she asked.
"Nothing nothing. Yeah, i'll do that, yeah."
***
Guys. When's the school reopening? :(
And, are there plenty out there like this little young thing? Mommy!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Life.
A little boy, who has seen but 6 summers, walks home from school crying.
Sniffing loudly, he knocks on the door.
His mother opens the door.
Seeing him cry, the natural question.
"What happened?" she asked in a voice and expression that he could never understand. All he knew was that it made him feel like he was the most loved boy in the world.
The boy, eyes filled with tears, brought up his elbow, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal a cut near the elbow.
"Mimi said that this cut will become big. My hand will fall off, and i will have only one hand!" he said, trying to stop himself from wailing loudly. His teacher had told him that boys don't cry.
His mother couldn't help smiling.
"No dear, your hand will not fall off." She said kindly, taking him inside.
"It will not?" asked the boy, hope immediately flaring inside him. He believed everything that his mum said. His mum was Einstein and Newton, don't you know. She knew why the starts twinkled. She even knew how far America was. Awesome.
"No, it will heal completely and your arm will be just like it was before." She said smiling, while washing the cut.
"Really? Then Mimi is wrong?" he asked, undertones of smugness already creeping in his voice.
"Yes, she is." Mum said, inwardly smiling at the theories that kids come up with. Well, thats them, isn't it?
An hour later, washed and fed, the boy toddled to Mimi's house to tell her what he thought of her theory.
Years later.
A boy sits in his room looking at the drizzle outside. pitter patter. tip top.
He likes to keep his room dark.
"What happened?" asked his Mum, walking in quietly without switching on the light.
"Nothing!" exclaims the boy. "Why should anything be wrong?" he asked, laughing slightly.
His mother looked at him straight. And narrowed her eyes slightly.
"You wont tell me? Fine." Said Mum.
"But what do i tell you?!" asked the boy, looking half-amused. "Theres nothing wrong!"
"Then, why are you laughing nervously? Why are you staring at the rain?"
The boy prepared himself for these questions. And quickly began to fabricate answers.
His Mum knew him well, he knew that, but he also knew his mum well.
"I believe you." said his Mum. And she left.
The boy was left behind feeling worse than he was before, although he didn't think it was possible.
This is what life does to people. And they say...well, they say a lot of things.
Sniffing loudly, he knocks on the door.
His mother opens the door.
Seeing him cry, the natural question.
"What happened?" she asked in a voice and expression that he could never understand. All he knew was that it made him feel like he was the most loved boy in the world.
The boy, eyes filled with tears, brought up his elbow, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal a cut near the elbow.
"Mimi said that this cut will become big. My hand will fall off, and i will have only one hand!" he said, trying to stop himself from wailing loudly. His teacher had told him that boys don't cry.
His mother couldn't help smiling.
"No dear, your hand will not fall off." She said kindly, taking him inside.
"It will not?" asked the boy, hope immediately flaring inside him. He believed everything that his mum said. His mum was Einstein and Newton, don't you know. She knew why the starts twinkled. She even knew how far America was. Awesome.
"No, it will heal completely and your arm will be just like it was before." She said smiling, while washing the cut.
"Really? Then Mimi is wrong?" he asked, undertones of smugness already creeping in his voice.
"Yes, she is." Mum said, inwardly smiling at the theories that kids come up with. Well, thats them, isn't it?
An hour later, washed and fed, the boy toddled to Mimi's house to tell her what he thought of her theory.
Years later.
A boy sits in his room looking at the drizzle outside. pitter patter. tip top.
He likes to keep his room dark.
"What happened?" asked his Mum, walking in quietly without switching on the light.
"Nothing!" exclaims the boy. "Why should anything be wrong?" he asked, laughing slightly.
His mother looked at him straight. And narrowed her eyes slightly.
"You wont tell me? Fine." Said Mum.
"But what do i tell you?!" asked the boy, looking half-amused. "Theres nothing wrong!"
"Then, why are you laughing nervously? Why are you staring at the rain?"
The boy prepared himself for these questions. And quickly began to fabricate answers.
His Mum knew him well, he knew that, but he also knew his mum well.
"I believe you." said his Mum. And she left.
The boy was left behind feeling worse than he was before, although he didn't think it was possible.
This is what life does to people. And they say...well, they say a lot of things.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Smelly problem of xeroxing fans and needles.
There is JUST something about the smell of Spirit. What i love about the house being painted is the smell of the spirit. Ah, Bliss! What a perfectly out of the world fragrance! If it weren't for the repulsed looks that mum throws at me, I would most probably spray it all over me.
The smell is quite affecting too. It drives everything out of my mind. Feels like something good is happening. Increasingly silly, i know.
But i cant keep a bottle of spirit with me all the time. Its sad, really. I don't even have the luxury of nail polish removers.
So, the window grills have been painted black. They were green before, if you must know. So, all in all, a good change.
***
My mum theorized that there are Four wide variety of mums.
1.Good mum
2.Bad Mum
3.Normal mum
4.South Point Mum.
the others being common, i will concentrate specifically on the South Point Mums.
Now, the south Point mums show very complicated characteristics. They seem to posses an infinite wealth of knowledge about their ward's syllabus, about which "xeroxes" are better, which teacher is giving out the most "Bankable" notes, how to ensure that their sons/daughters get the highest, et cetera.
The other day, i was ambushed by a couple of South Point Mums when i, in a moment of uncontrollable, unconditional madness, said that I am in 11, and in South Point.
*shudder*
Also, my mum recounted some interesting tales about some ladies, whom she had the good fortune of studying outside Jagabandhu.
A lady was lecturing others on the importance of xeroxes in a students life. All of a sudden, a Maruti 800 ran over her foot. She was immediately taken to Ruby General hospital. She came back an hour later with her foot bandaged.
She said, "As soon as i reached, they xeroxed my foot. Oh dear, what am i saying! I mean X-rayed..."
The side effects of xerox, ladies and gentlemen.
***
I find it very disagreeable. The fact that most five to ten year olds feel bossy at ease in my presence. What happened to good old intimidating tall 16 year olds? I must enroll for a personality hardening up course.
***
Also, has anyone of you found a cure for pins and needles? Well, this might work. If your left foot is undergoing the sensation, then pinch your right ear lobe. And left ear lobe for the other leg. Of course, do this only if you want to get rid of the sensation. I personally love pins and needles.
***
And i have a problem. An exhaust fan problem. Someone explain it!
An exhaust fan, when seen from behind shows an illusion. It is a black mobile patch that changes with the angle of sight. If your line of sight is perpendicular to the blade of the fan, its okay. As you move up or down, the black patch moves correspondingly down and up. At a tremendous risk of my nose, i studied it closely, but due to physical, mental as well as temporal interference from my mother I had to stop. I figure its something to do with light and stuff. Pray explain, someone.
The smell is quite affecting too. It drives everything out of my mind. Feels like something good is happening. Increasingly silly, i know.
But i cant keep a bottle of spirit with me all the time. Its sad, really. I don't even have the luxury of nail polish removers.
So, the window grills have been painted black. They were green before, if you must know. So, all in all, a good change.
***
My mum theorized that there are Four wide variety of mums.
1.Good mum
2.Bad Mum
3.Normal mum
4.South Point Mum.
the others being common, i will concentrate specifically on the South Point Mums.
Now, the south Point mums show very complicated characteristics. They seem to posses an infinite wealth of knowledge about their ward's syllabus, about which "xeroxes" are better, which teacher is giving out the most "Bankable" notes, how to ensure that their sons/daughters get the highest, et cetera.
The other day, i was ambushed by a couple of South Point Mums when i, in a moment of uncontrollable, unconditional madness, said that I am in 11, and in South Point.
*shudder*
Also, my mum recounted some interesting tales about some ladies, whom she had the good fortune of studying outside Jagabandhu.
A lady was lecturing others on the importance of xeroxes in a students life. All of a sudden, a Maruti 800 ran over her foot. She was immediately taken to Ruby General hospital. She came back an hour later with her foot bandaged.
She said, "As soon as i reached, they xeroxed my foot. Oh dear, what am i saying! I mean X-rayed..."
The side effects of xerox, ladies and gentlemen.
***
I find it very disagreeable. The fact that most five to ten year olds feel bossy at ease in my presence. What happened to good old intimidating tall 16 year olds? I must enroll for a personality hardening up course.
***
Also, has anyone of you found a cure for pins and needles? Well, this might work. If your left foot is undergoing the sensation, then pinch your right ear lobe. And left ear lobe for the other leg. Of course, do this only if you want to get rid of the sensation. I personally love pins and needles.
***
And i have a problem. An exhaust fan problem. Someone explain it!
An exhaust fan, when seen from behind shows an illusion. It is a black mobile patch that changes with the angle of sight. If your line of sight is perpendicular to the blade of the fan, its okay. As you move up or down, the black patch moves correspondingly down and up. At a tremendous risk of my nose, i studied it closely, but due to physical, mental as well as temporal interference from my mother I had to stop. I figure its something to do with light and stuff. Pray explain, someone.
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