Knock Knock

Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
April.
April, who?
April Fool.
......
Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
Kelly.
Kelly who?
Kelly Hu.
Kelly who?
Kelly Hu.....
.......
Knock. Knock.
Who's there?
Boo.
Boo who?
Boo hoo! did you wet your diapers?!
........
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Who let the dogs out!
Who let the dogs out, who?
Who, who who!
........
Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana, who?
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana, who?
Knock Knock.
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange-who glad I didn't say Banana?!
.............
The first four were by yours truly and the last one I heard from Vidyuth. I have a newfound love for knock, knock jokes. Does it show?

10 days or less

So why have I named this post so?
The title of this post is a ripoff from Morgan Freeman's, no, Paz Vega's film, 10 Items or less, which I saw a few days back and found good.
So why does this feature here? Because, I've been home alone for 10 days now.
Oh my god I've become a question talker! :O

Home alone for 10 days. Everything under my control. Except perhaps the nescafe which decided to overflow when I kept it in the oven or the milk which got stale or the curd which suddenly vanished. Okay, the curd was my doing. :P But then on the other I did have to feed myself, wake myself up, wash my stuff and the works. But on the temporary-imaginary-third-hand, Kaavya and Nithya, or rather their moms, took care of 75 percent of my lunches and dinners. Thankyouverymuch you darlings. :) And the food was awesome too. I thought I could use these days to my advantage and shed a few pounds but, NO, they had to do this. Not that I'm complaining.

I'm typing from a computer in my lab, whose spacebar decides to remain stuck, now and then. I'm losing patience right now,predictably.

More later on the lines of howhesleptwhenallhellbrokeloose or howheironedhisshirtwhilewearingit.

Till then, *clink* to all those who missed me, and the others go change your OrkUt Profy!E or something.

Sitting in a sofa with three super people, coffee in hand, looking through the window streaked with veins of water at the rain outside, dumb looks and knowing glances, mutually agreeing on what a beautiful day it was, among other things, IS precious.

I've been having a few good days. I'm waiting for the bad ones to show up. Nevertheless, I'm lovin' it!

A world of difference

It's the little things that matter the most, yes. 

I have wonderful people around me, like VK says.

I have a cold

Thanks to the heaviest of rains I've got wet in, in  a while.  I was having my coffee, when I sneezed it all over my desk and keyboard.

And then I grinned stupidly. :D And everything smells coffee-ish now.

Heh, I surprise myself!

Wild. Free. Are what I'd like to be.

Like the wind, blowing around you. Lifting your curls a little, wistfully sighing when you try to hold them together.

Like the rain, falling on your outstretched arms in a thousand tiny embraces, whistling in tune with the wind.

Like a beam of moonshine. Reflecting, like a twinkle, in your eye.

Like a beam of moonshine on a windy, rainy night.

It was probably the music that did this. Some arbit soundtrack which my brother sent me.

Ecstasy of gold

Update : Video uploaded :)

And check THIS out if you like short stories, from Ganja.

And happy women's day, women :P!

It started with Tyler Durden and "Alea Jacta est" And ended with "Verbal Kent" and "fin".

Oh yea, Kriya Open Quiz '09 went well alright! Awesomely well, save a few glitches here and there.

The ASQ is a wonderful unit to work with. Every one of them whom I worked with. Sunil, shaggy, Sexy boy, Ganja, E.T, Kai pulla, SRK, Quizzerman, Sammy, Legolas, Gobama and the others. It was awesome. Simply awesome.

Ecstasy of gold. Sums up how I feel now.

Satisfacion. What I had after three hours of editing. When Hetfield goes "Heeee-eeeeyy" in the middle or when Hammett goes insane towards the end, Ahhhh!

To Metallica and Quizzing,

Kerrang!!

A chance find!

Most of you out there would have read one of those forwards which used to circulate around, which went, "You are an Indian if...blah blah, 37) You reuse wrapping paper. 38)  You have dozens of tiny multicolored boxes in your fridge having food from a few days back.". And then there was russell peters' Red, white and brown in which he bets his ass that Indians are cheap. 

So, yesterday, I try to cook up something for lunch. I decide to go with the cheese toast that I make really awesomely well. But cutting up the chilly seemed a tirespme task back then. To my rescue came a tiny box with a violet lid. I looked in and found a few packets of Oregano Seasoning which my mom had saved from the last time we'd ordered pizza home. 

Voila! Oregano Cheese Toast.

I don't mind being cheap AT ALL, if this is what results. Indians rule!

220

Expectation leads to disappointment. You see stuff happening around you, and your mind forms strange shapes and images in your head, the stuff that you call "expectations". They start out being hazy and shadowy with the blurry edges found on old video tapes, and as you see that what's happening actually starts overlapping with what you expect, you tend to believe that the pattern will continue and bank on your expectations to become clearer, out of the haze, vivid pictures in your head. But when it ends up getting all grainy and starts to fade away, an imaginary dam bursts within you which makes you want to shout out loud. But then another imaginary dam is constructed into which you pour your emotions. Sometimes, that dam, is a friend. Sometimes that dam is just another concoction, that your mind comes up with, to let you get by. Till the hazes spread out and everything is a blur in the end. Till the dam breaks.

Like all things do.