tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75985779483337416032024-02-20T21:23:02.857-08:00We saw, we ate, we blogged!The layman's guide to the not-so-layman's way of life.Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282823933228248100noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598577948333741603.post-48845202468902775942010-04-01T09:45:00.000-07:002010-04-01T09:45:55.048-07:00Wayand Trip... D's Log- Day 2<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">6:<span style="font-size: small;">00 am- Woke up, freaked out at the strange surroundings. Remembered where I was, calmed down.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">6:30 am- Laughed at the boys fighting over who gets to use the bathroom first.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">6:45- Got ready and went looking for breakfast-was told it would be ready at 7:30.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">7:20- Went to the hotel's dining room hoping that seeing me there would make them hurry with breakfast-it didn't.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">7:45- Done with breakfast. Had first cup of coffee.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">7:50- Saw that the tall fellow had somehow managed to get a stronger brew </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">than me-had a second, stronger cup of coffee.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">8:00- Was told to board the bus. Got another coffee to go. Ravi uncle refused to let me on with it in hand. Finished it, got laughed at by my vanmates, got on, set off to "View Point"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lost track of time. My phone was still in intensive care. It was nestled in between the window-pane and van curtain. I was told it needed a lot of sun,u see.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Reached View Point.... went "mmmmm waaaaaaaww" (it truly was beautiful)..</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Decide to take some dangerous pictures.A bunch of us lied down in the middle of the highway(always wanted to do that)- scattered when a tuck approached-managed to get the picture taken tho! :p</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Got back onto Van, set off towards Pookut Lake.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Reached Pookut Lake. A loooooooooooooong line of school children were waiting to use he boating facilities. Said "Mmmmmmmmmmm Waaaaaaaaw" from where we were and got right back onto the bus-was later told tht it is a really wonderful place.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Set off to Kuruva Islands.. took forever to get there... </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Went through dirt tracks which got Ravi uncle grumbling about his baby-we ignored him(at least I did)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fainially got to Kuruva Islands. Was told I had to walk again..this time wade through the river... Didn't like it but didn't want to be the only one staying behind...Set off... Thought it was worth it until I realised I had to walk back. Walked barefoot the whole way back(turned out my feet had swollen with all the travelling and couldn't get my shoes on)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Had an overpriced lunch near the islands and set off towards home. Too tired to care about the lack of entertainment in the van. Stopped for coffee. Walked around barefoot again :p</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Energised by the coffee, we monkeyed around in the van on the last stretch of our journey-amazingly Ravi didn't say a word!!!! Encouraged by his sudden change in temperament, asked him to drop me home before taking the others to the department, he actually dropped me off at my doorstep!!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dragged myself up the stairs, realised there was no Power-cursed the electricity dept and the government and my neighbour's dog(who was barking mad :p)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Called up the parents told them all..they were very sympathetic about my poor phone. Power came back-showered, viewed the trip pics over and over again, made myself a biiiiiiiig bowl of Top-Ramen Noodles, crashed!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dreamt about the Ooty trip that the LLM seniors had planned for April-end :p</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Bboooyyyaaaa! : )</span></span>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282823933228248100noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598577948333741603.post-36087503682958638002010-03-26T10:02:00.000-07:002010-03-26T11:01:06.202-07:00Wayand Trip... D's Log- Day 1<span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">5:00 a.m- Got up, last minute packing. Walked to college. Outran a jogger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">6:15- Reached college. Found only two other people there. Waited for the rest. Announced I was hungry-was ignored. Demanded breakfast-was ignored again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">6:45- Some more people showed up. None of whom were my classmates who had promised to be there by 6:30. Called up my friends and yelled at them- was told <i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">G </i>was playing Mafia Wars. Called up <i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">G</span></i>, yelled some more. Regretted having skipped coffee at home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">7:00- Breakfast was brought.-was told it was for later. Grumbled aloud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">7:15- Everyone finally arrived. Vans drove up-was pleased we got the new van. Did a happy jig.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">7:17- Bumped my head against the LCD tv when getting into the van- was told off by the bus driver. Regretted getting the new van.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">7:20- Opened a pack of biscuits. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">7:21 - Finished the biscuits</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">8:30- Stopped for breakfast-was shocked that there wasn't any tea or coffee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">8:40- Realised there wasn't a loo around for miles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">8:41- Regretted being born a girl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">8:42- Got together a bunch of girls and set off on our "find a loo adventure."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">9:00- Got back to the van safely.No one got bitten by a snake. Set off.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Played Dumb Charades. Creamed the opponent team in the first couple of rounds. Lost a round. Got bored of Dumb Charades. Lost track of time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Reached the Kerala border. Got off the bus. Found a tea stall. Almost hugged the tea-stall guy in sheer joy. Downed three teas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Got back into the van. Bent down real low so as to not hit the dumb tv again. Set off into Kerala. Marveled at Kerala roads. Marveled at Kerala scenery. Saw some elephants. Went "Mmmmmmmm Waaaaaaaw" like in the ad. Decided to make that the catchphrase of the trip! Drove some more. Got bored. Connected <i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">G</span></i>'s mp3 to the USB port on the van's system...yelled at <i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">G</i> for his sudden crappy choice in songs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Reached Eddakal Caves. Got off the bus mighty excited. Was told we had to climb up to Eddakal Caves. Excitement level dropped down a couple of notches. Saw the hill we would have to climb. Excitement level dropped down to negative. Many motivational sing-alongs later, reached the top. Was told we weren't at the top yet. Almost burst into tears. Rested for a loooooooooong while.Recharged our batteries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Started off again-was glad there were proper steps this time. Reached caves. Went "mmmmm waaaaaaw!!!!" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Stared in amazement at the carving on the cave wall. Paid no attention to the guide. Started spinning my own interpretations of the carvings Narrated them out loud. Was glared at by the guides-ignored the guides. Realised we had to climb down again. Legs started to shiver. Climb back down was excruciatingly slow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Got back onto the bus. Too tired to care about bending low. Realised the weird growling noise was coming from my stomach. Stopped for lunch. Regretted being born a Libran. Finally decided on the fried rice. The Parotas arrived first. Regretted ordering the rice. Gobbled down lunch at a speed uncharacteristic of me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Set off again. Too content to bother where to. Got off near some dam.. Went "mmmmm waaaaw"-was pleased that it didn't take too long to catch on. Checked out the dam. Asserted tht KRS was better-was told we had to walk some more. Wanted to scream. Rested our feet in the river-enjoyed the cool water-was told we had to leave-wanted to bite someone's head off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Got into the bus-remebered to bend low. Laughed at the tall guy who hit his head. Reached the falls-remember it as Kanthaaa. Realised we had to walk to the falls. Tried to get someone to carry me-was forced to walk. Saw a rocky area we had to climb over. Almost suffered a break down reminiscent of the <a href="http://sawateblogged.blogspot.com/2010/02/trek-ordeal.html">freak down at the trek</a>. Got over it. Jumped up and down at having finally reached the falls.Went "Mmmmm waaaaaw" Got in with the rest. Swam around for an hour-found weird things in the water-4 handkerchiefs and a pen drive. Laughed at the poor sod who lost his pen drive. Realised my phone was in my pocket all this while. <i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Shom </span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">realised his wallet had suffered the same fate as my phone.</span></span> Got laughed at by everyone around. Water got too cold-got out. Walked back to the bus-was too worried about my phone to care about the walk. <i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Shom </span></i>tried drying off his money. Didn't work. Laughed at him-remembered my phone-shut up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Drove to the hotel. Too tired to go "mmmmm waaaw". Dumped bags in room. Looked around for a decent place to eat. Found one. Ate. Worried about phone. Delivered phone to <i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Drs.G </span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">and</span> <i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">B </i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">for emergency treatment. Back to room. Showered. Worried about getting up at 6:00 a.m the next morning. Slept the sleep of the dead. Didn't even hear the boys having a pillow fight next door.</span></span></span><br />
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Treks are supposed to be fun and exhilarating. So, our gang
and our mascot-the dog Oi, got up early on a fine Sunday morning, to experience
the joys of trekking. We were supposed to climb up the hill and end it with
breakfast at one of the city’s famous joints.</div>
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While making this awesome plan, nobody factored in me
FREAKING OUT up on the hill. This trek shattered my convictions of my previous
life as a cat. As one of my friends astutely observed,
“<i>D, I think, no I’m sure that you were a fish in your previous life.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Fish are not meant to climb up things and neither am I. I
exhibited initial sign of the major freakdown, (my version of nervous breakdown) at a
seemingly innocent rock which lay a little to the side of our trekking path. <i>“It barely has a 30</i><i>° incline”</i> they said.
Ha! It looked like a camouflaged dragon with its mouth wide open, just waiting
for us to climb in! With a lot of help from my friends, I finally managed to clamber up this Draco-Rock (whaaaat? I like naming things! A rock that looks
like a dragon is just begging to be called Draco!) </div>
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When I’d managed to frimly plant myself
in a safe place on top of the rock, I was told that this rock was just the
trial, the actual ordeal lay about fifteen minutes ahead. That rock (it was
actually a big bunch of large rocks) lay right in the middle of our path –no
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I felt like I was on the electric chair and they were
passing me short bursts of electricity before actually frying me! My legs were
trembling and I started sweating even though it was terribly cold. I was deeply
terrified of what lay ahead but I didn’t want to look like a coward and climb
back down (besides, I didn’t want to make that journey myself. A downward,
uneven slope coupled with my incredible tendency to fall isn’t desirable.) I
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I somehow managed to climb down Draco-Rock in my terrified
state and followed the rest of the group on our journey to the top, almost
tripping over the dog while I was lost in morbid thoughts of myself tumbling
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Just as my legs seemed to be un-jellified, I saw it. It
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<i>“AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH”</i>
screamed a voice in my head. <i>“Oh no no no NOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo”</i>,
I screamed out aloud. Even Oi, who until then, was running around excitedly,
was struck by a sudden attack of acrophobia.
But then, she is one tiny thing, easy to carry up. Me, on the other
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Everybody else scrambled up like a bunch of mountain goats.
I was left there bleating away like an innocent, lost lamb. I was matching Oi’s
every scared whimper. Then when I finally tried to make my way up, my foot got
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I was now on the verge of hysterics. One of the
mountain-goat-boys slid down and freed my foot. He was the kind who was born to
climb up things. I was supposed to follow him up, place my foot exactly where
he did, shadow his movements, in the hope that, at least that way, I could make
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But by now, I was in full freakdown mode. I was clinging on
to the side of the rock, positively hanging on
for dear life. My hysteria caused me to break out into uncontrolled laughter.
My friends didn’t know how to handle me! They repeatedly told me not to look
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That’s when the realisation hit me! I wasn’t scared of the height , I was only scared of
falling and breaking open my head. It had happened once before and I’d lived
through it!! I could definitely handle it the second time around. So I gathered
up my last ounce of courage and struggled up the
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And I was up! I had done it! This
was my Everest!! I was greeted by the most amazing view of the city. I
was overjoyed that I had conquered my fears. I wanted to call up everybody I
had ever met and tell them all the details of my feat.</div>
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I fished my phone out of the pocket mentally making a list
of all the people I wanted to call when I saw the message flashing on the
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Bboooyyyaaaaaa!!<i> </i></div>
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Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282823933228248100noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598577948333741603.post-54246129191228066202009-12-27T01:02:00.000-08:002009-12-27T01:12:53.593-08:00TAGGED..... again!!!<br />
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Aaaaah........ <a href="http://www.evilsfury.blogspot.com/">Sorcy</a> the things you do to to make me update my blog, constant nagging and tagging...<br />
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Fine, as i promished u, me updating my blog cos u tagged me...again! (thank u by the way.. U forcing me to get over this irritating blogger's-block!!)<br />
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We also received <span style="color: red;">the 'Most Creative Blogger' award.<span style="color: black;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"> </span> </span>YaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaY (W n I thank u Saucer, from the bottom of our hearts.. Dude, W, we r creative man!!! ya...when we actually tax our brains and write something that is. We too lazy thats the problem u know? We are capable of wasting away whole weekends doing nothing while our work piles up on the side. And then come deadline, we freak out and.... but I'm digressing..)<br />
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Anyway, this Award enjoins that I write down 7 things that other bloggers know not about me.<br />
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<li><i>I don't get tempted by chocolates(weird i know... cos my fav ice cream/cake flavour is..... Chocolate!!!)</i></li>
<li style="color: #38761d;"><i>I cannot for the life of me comprehend Ayn Rand's books.(This is my 3rd attempt at reading The Fountainhead. Just cannot bring myself to finish it and I usually finish all good books in one sitting!!)</i></li>
<li><i>I hate paneer.</i></li>
<li style="color: #38761d;"><i>I sing like a rain-soaked cat with it's tail caught in a trap!</i></li>
<li><i> I love the colour black especially on my nails! (the fact that some ppl think its yuk and so-last-season makes it all the more appealing to me!)</i></li>
<li style="color: #38761d;"><i>I suk at physical activities.( I used to hide from my teacher during 'games hour' in school)</i></li>
<li><i>I firmly believe in reincarnation and that I was a cat in my previous life!!</i></li>
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Ooooo and I've also been given a bunch of questions that need answering!<i> </i>(Y does this feel like a weird interview?)<br />
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*couple of more deep breaths* okie ready...<br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: blue;">Absolutely nothing :) (sooo NOT the obsessive types.)</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">2. What are you wearing today? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue;">still in my jammies!</span></span> <span style="color: blue;">[I just luuuurve lazy sundays :)]</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">3. What’s for dinner? </span><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: blue;"> </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;">Pasta, garlic bread n Oreo cookies for dessert [yum..:p]</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">4. What’s the last thing you bought? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: blue;">Avatar movie tickets.... [awessomeness!!!!]</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">5. What are you listening to right now?<br /><span style="color: blue;">pitter-patter of the rain drops...[ aaah, how i love tht sound!]</span><br /><br />6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? </span><span style="color: black;"></span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">He is one crazy idiot!</span></i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;">an old portuguese-style beach house in Goa or one on the river-side, antique furniture, swing facing the beach/river...sighh!</span><br /></i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?<span style="color: blue;"> </span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue;">Summer dresses!....(this again, when mesa in Goa)</span><br /><br />9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? </span><span style="color: black;"></span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">Venice!!!</span> </i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">10. Which language do you want to learn? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: blue;">French! [gonna take it up next year]</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">11. What’s your favorite quote?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue;">Never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway! </span><br /></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;">12. Who do you want to meet right now? </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">My brother.</span><span style="color: blue;"> [i soo miss annoying him!]</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">13. What is your favorite color? </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">Black! and blue, lemon-green, hot-pink, lavender....</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">14. Give us 3 styling tips that works for you<br /><span style="color: blue;">1)When in doubt, tie up your hair.</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue;">2)Go for comfort rather than fashion.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">3)Always apply kajal but avoid all other make-up.</span><br /><br />15. What is your dream job? </span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></i><br />
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<i>Something along the lines of the-<a href="http://jobsearch.about.com/b/2009/01/12/the-best-job-in-the-world.htm">best-job-in-the-world</a>!</i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;">16. What’s your favorite magazine? </span><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: black;"></span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">Errr, well, i usually flip thru Cosmo eevry month (my friend is a subscriber) but is not my fav!!</span></i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? </span><span style="color: black;"></span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">An external hard-drive.</span></i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?<br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Top-to-bottom animal print.. one word- Ghastly!</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: black;"><br />19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon? </span><span style="color: black;"></span> </i><br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;">Carrie Bradshaw(Sarah Jessica Parker's character on SNTC) </span><br /></i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">20. What kind of haircut do you prefer? </span><span style="color: black;"></span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">Short n out of the way but my hair refuses to obey. so long and plaited!</span></i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">21. What are you going to do after this? </span><span style="color: black;"> </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">22. What are your favorite movies? </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">Action n RomComs</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: blue;">My friends threats....more of coercive motivation than inspiration tho</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">24. What does your friends call you most commonly?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;">Dee!</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">25. Would you prefer coffee or tea? </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">Coffee</span><span style="color: blue;"> when out, Tea at home.</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">26. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: blue;">Listen to Coldplay/GnR/The Fray.<br /></span><br />27. What makes you go wild? </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: blue;">A loooooooooot of things. I lose my cool verrry easily.</span></i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">28. Which other blogs do you love visiting?<br /><span style="color: blue;">All those of my friends and some weird ones that google throws at me!.</span><br /><br />29. Are you a vegetarian?<br /><span style="color: blue;">Naaaaaaaa.</span></span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">30.How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;">M</span><span style="color: blue;">onsoons.... the smell of the first rains, the sound of raindrops on my window, even the loud thunder which hints at nature's power all add to the allure.</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">32. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me? </span><span style="color: black;"></span></i><br />
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<i>Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?? U have a death-wish o wat??</i><br />
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<i><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">33. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?<br /><span style="color: blue;">Give 'em the evil-eye :p</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: black;"><br />34. What are you afraid of the most?</span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: blue;">I'm NOT telling....</span></i><br />
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<i>Wait until this styooopid broadband connects to the net before logging onto FB, Orkut n Gtalk</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Bboooyyaaaaa</span>!<br />Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282823933228248100noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598577948333741603.post-83822146524906499082009-11-24T03:09:00.000-08:002009-11-24T03:14:02.761-08:00Freaky dreams!!<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CMASAKA%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CMASAKA%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CMASAKA%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link><style>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">and then suddenly this dude in a leather jacket appears in my kitchen. He has looooong flowing hair and Greek-God looks.(Crazy count -2). He seats himself on the kitchen counter and goes “Yo Dee.” ] <o:p></o:p></span></i>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">[I wake up in some unfamiliar room. The walls are painted hot pink (crazy count-6). There is a huge bay-window to the left of the bed. The bed itself is like a double-king-size and the sheets are purple! I walk toward the window and see none other than Hrithik Roshan practising sword-play(crazy count-7). He is shirtless. I wonder if I haven’t seen this in some movie. I hear a noise and look up to see Paulie hanging from the ceiling fan like a bat(crazy count-8). He is starting to look less and less hot to me now. Hrithik Roshan is now joined by Hugh Jackman. They are mock-fighting. Hrithik, with his swords and Hugh with his Wolverine claws] </span></i><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">(Crazy count-9)<i><o:p></o:p></i></span>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">1. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">The inevitable or necessary fate to which a particular person or thing is destined; one's lot.<o:p></o:p></span>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">2. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">A predetermined course of events considered as something beyond human power or control<o:p></o:p></span>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">3. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">The power or agency thought to predetermine events.<o:p></o:p></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";"> Here is Atlantis.<span style="color: red;"> </span>And those two outside are training for the war. (crazy count-15. Hey! this counts as more than one c’mon)<o:p></o:p></span>
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You know what? It’s true! Its totally and completely true. <i>Life IS an irony</i>!! We started the blog because we almost always eat out and we thought our friends should benefit from our penchant for ‘bahaar ka khana’. But the ironic thing is that after we started this blog, we haven’t eaten out once. Yes we got some stuff home-delivered and W told you how that turned out! What with assignments, presentations and the unavoidable exams (AaaaaaaaaaaaahhH!!) coming up, it doesn’t look like we are going to be eating out all that much. All our ideas of going to to every restaurant in Mysore and rating them have come to naught.<br />
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Plus, we realised that we could only be rating Mysorean restaurants because despite all our good intentions to go to Bangalore every weekend, we are wayyy to lazy to get up earlier than 2 p.m. on weekends when making the three-and-a-half hour journey to Bangalore seems like an assignment (which we are overloaded with rite now!) rather than fun(as it was supposed to be!) And rating only Mysore restaurants doesn’t really benefit the majority of our friend circle.<br />
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So, we decided to change the blog-concept from the layman’s guide to food to the layman’s guide to the not-so- layman’s way of life. We want the world to know, how we, <i><b>extraordinary specimen of the not-so-ordinary-non-teenagers</b></i> live our lives!<br />
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Through this blog, we give you a rare insight into our eventful everyday lives. Laymen?- not so much!<br />
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Woohoooooooooooo!!!!! Mesa got tagged, mesa got an award!!! ahun ahun ahun (Saif Ali Khan in Love Aaj Kal ishtyle)...<br />
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Oh wow! I just cannot believe this! Wow! (I don't care if I'm saying WoW too much) hmmm, I would like to thank my alter ego who first thought that I could write a blog. W, for getting off his butt and actually setting up this blog with me! My imaginary doggie for being the best dog a girl could ever have and finally, the city of Mysore for boring me enough to blog about it! (Miss.India ishtyle) <br />
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Wooooooooohoooooooooooo thankuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Sorcy for giving me this award, u da man!!!(D ishtyle)<br />
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Okie so this thingy is attached with some rules(ones which i can't ignore! humph) If you've been tagged then write up a post bragging about the award and thanking the dude who awarded it to you(while linking them in the post!). Then you have to tag seven other people and hand over this awesome award to them..But i do not know 7 peeps who write blogs so i will,(as advised by the Sorcman) tag7 random bloggers (lucky them!)<br />
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WoW! The Honest Blog Award! I am so honoured, <a href="http://www.evilsfury.blogspot.com/">Sorcy</a>.. Me being in the profession I am, this will most probably be the last time I ever receive anything with the word 'honest; in it... So you can imagine how precious this award is!!! and its mine all miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine muahahahahahahahah (No W, it's NOT a shared award!! stay away! stay awayyyy, i say.)<br />
Sorcy, your blog rawks(I recently figured out how to follow it... solheee, blonde moments u see). It's amazing how hilarious how your everyday life can be!<br />
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Bboooyyaaaaa!Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282823933228248100noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598577948333741603.post-22499211438754325552009-10-19T10:31:00.001-07:002009-10-25T04:43:43.940-07:00Bad food - Bad Case of P.P. (Diwali Special) Part I<span style="font-family:verdana;">It was one hell of a weekend - fire crackers going all over the place, sparkling lights flickering the sky and best of all, people having an awesome time. Yup!!! i was having a great time with the greatest of friends.<br /><br />All this fun lead to one drawback - a weekend full of fast foods in artery clogging amounts. When i say artery clogging a really meant it. Oily curries, saucy pizzas, greasy grilled chickens and to flush it down, a few bottles of mans' creation to thirst, Coke and LOTS OF IT.I knew this was not such a good idea, already having had Bad food- Bad P.P experience few months back (will come to that in a while). But what can you do....when you're an addict nothing in the world could stop you from sinking your teeth into that juicy mouth watering piece of chicken breasts(need a bra for that).<br /><br />I hadn't had much sleep with all the movie marathons going on through most of the night forcing me to have many "Maggi(Noodles for those who don't know) Moments" along with my friends. My tummy was practically a churning whirlpool of god knows what. By the time we woke up for breakfast it was 3:00 in the evening and D had the great (not really - darn you D) idea of having biriyani. Though i was not even close to being hungry i just had to have the biriyani and much of what was left of others'. Finally everyone just came down crashing and left for their homes to hibernate and me being a moderate insomniac thought of doing some research in war strategies and techniques (playing Counter Strike :P). Few hours went by and finally sleep drooped my eyes shut - YES...finally a good nights sleep OR IS IT?<br /><br />Then IT happened...I started hearing growls, rumbles and grumbles. I started to panic - sweating bullets. My whole body was flushed leaving a sort of body mark on my bed drenched in sweat. Yes, i knew P.P was coming - I just had to face the facts and get ready for what was inevitable. One might wonder what this P.P<br />is...well by now you would have obviously realised that it is not something i ever wanted to happen to me. But It DID...<br /><br />Yes.. i Started Pooping and Puking (hence P.P). If any of these attacks happened singularly i could have coped with it, But NOoooo...it had to come together, sometimes one after the other and sometimes while trying to clean up from the previous attack. It had me baffled most of the time making me wonder whether to run and get shelter in the toilet or to just find a bucket and dip my head in it. Other times i didnt know which was coming. It had me just where it wanted.<br /><br /><br />Cheers!<br /></span>Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16400597819389459895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598577948333741603.post-38179762121414490282009-10-19T03:53:00.000-07:002009-10-31T12:32:24.090-07:00Oye! Chole<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZaEQkPRt-h1PZU0on-8hI2tfBryzNQpfjbHXBqynz0FyZ_U97c9oj_q3i7sK5JWsc1GBR2qwB2D08PC50qypdUvhirr-2tTLGf8Cp-Ab3am9KRO2vGuK-F5x4ZxY116jRW0qQZwutg3mY/s1600-h/CHOLE+MASALA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZaEQkPRt-h1PZU0on-8hI2tfBryzNQpfjbHXBqynz0FyZ_U97c9oj_q3i7sK5JWsc1GBR2qwB2D08PC50qypdUvhirr-2tTLGf8Cp-Ab3am9KRO2vGuK-F5x4ZxY116jRW0qQZwutg3mY/s320/CHOLE+MASALA.JPG" /></a><br />
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Its a lazy saturday morning and i've got rats runing around in my stomach.(i'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.) I should go make something. My mum was here recently and she stocked up the kitchen with all the ingredients i need to make any kind of breakfast,lunch or dinner! But I, (being the lazy bug that I'm) am going to just re-heat the chole and have a mother bowl of that for breakfast.(mother here, means BIIIG) Mum made the chole day before yesterday and according to W, it is now dead and shouldn't be eaten. But I beg to differ. I got ways to make it as good as new...<br />
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</div> <span style="color: #a64d79;">1. Chole+Bread=Great Sandwich</span>.. Ok, so heat the chole, bring it to a crazy boil(the bubbles should be popping like crazy). Toast a few slices of bread(number depends on how hungry you are and how much left-over chole you have) Butter one side of the slices, spread chole on one buttered slice, slap on the other slice and <i>*tadaaaaa*</i> Chole sandwich!!!<br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">2. Omlette+Chole=Omlette Chole</span>.... This one sounds weird but I like it... Again bring the chole to a crazy boil. Then, make an omlette..when its half cooked spoon some chole on half of the omlette and fold the other half over it,let it cook and voila...Omlette Chole!!<br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;">3. Monaco+Chole=Great snack</span>....This one works if you have only a little leftover. Take a few monaco biscuits, spoon chole over it(it should NOT be too runny else, your biscuit will get soggy and become eww) add whatever topings you want(fancy ones like parsley taste yum!)<br />
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Ayyoo, now me even more hungryy. My chole awaits..<br />
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<div style="color: red;">Bbooooyyaaaaa!<br />
</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282823933228248100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598577948333741603.post-47687161876541271522009-10-16T05:54:00.000-07:002009-10-16T05:54:40.816-07:00Us!<span style="font-family: verdana;">Yes, we saw it all, we ate so much that we are best buddies with the cook (we can now practically reverse-engineer all the recipes of what we ate) and one fine day, *phaataaaaakkk* we got the bright idea to enlighten people with our vast knowledge of restaurants in Mysooru! oh, oh oh and also Mangalore, Bangalore(I refuse to say Bengaluru) and Maldives.(and maybe other cities and countries too. sooo many possibilities)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"> D - A slightly unbalanced(literally, for she can't seem to walk on a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over! sometimes, her own two feet!!) chick who until 3 years ago thought of meal-times as a punishment! Then she came to the Heritage city-Mysore and met W...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"> W - A hard core foodie, probably the only person who could turn D into a food-lover, not to mention every other person in their class. Passion for food, love for life and a never-ending thirst for the next-best-thing-to-do(his ideas HAVE to win!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">The two argue about almost everything right from who is a bigger motormouth to who can be the bigger jerk of the two.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">The two have almost nothing in common. In constitutional terms, totally opposite sex,race,religion and place of birth making them the perfect duo to simplify your decisions on where to eat? what to eat? when to eat? why to eat right? and finally, how to hold it in (in case of projectiles!) </span>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282823933228248100noreply@blogger.com2