Again in class:

I was sleeping in Mechanical class with my head on my Physics book. I was trying to study physics in mech class but was sleeping.

K: Ya tum padho ya mech notes likho!

Me: Mujhe need aa rahi hai!

K: Aaj tak maine aise kisi ko nahi dekha hai!

Me: Agar tum meri jagah hoti, toh tum kya karti?

K: Hum padhe the! :)

Me: Toh tum meri jagah ho hi nahi sakti!!
 :P

Shruti tagged me this. Ive done it pretty soon! :P

1.What is your name: Harini

2. A four Letter Word: Hair

3. A boy's Name: Harshal

4. A girl's Name: Hansika

5. An occupation: Hair Dresser

6. A colour: Hara!! It’s a colour. :P just in another language

7. Something you wear: Heels. It said “You” and I don’t wear heels cos my mom thinks I’m tall enough already. Doesn’t help that I’m a huge klutz! So lemme say headphones??

8. A food: Hot jalebi!!

9. Something found in the bathroom: Hamam soap?? I don’t use it though :P

10. A place: Hiranya Hostel Lol yeah!! That’s what the college hostel is called!

11. A reason for being late: had fallen asleep on my way!! :P

12. Something you shout: Hoila! It’s a mix of “Huysho and Haila

13. A movie title: Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam

14. Something you drink: Hot water!!!! :P

15. A musical group: I have no clue!!! :O

16. An animal: Hare!! I could also say Deer which is what Harini means.

17. A street name: Hosekerehalli!! Say it!! That’s where I live!!

18. A type of car: Umm Horse?

19. Something scary: Hairfall!!

In one of those boring classes.

Me (turns to A) : Aren't you bored?

A:  :D

*nods her head*

Me: How bored?

A: *Spreads her hands wide* :D

In Civil class, N turns back to ask someone something.

Me: Aye! He's written it on the wall know!! Didn't you see?

I was talking to a senior K, about a teacher.

K: If you have noticed, she is partial to the guys.

Me: Umm she acts nicer to the girls. She acted all sweet and motherly!

K: Thats a surprise..

Me: Maybe she is trying to play Pati, Patni aur Woh.

Me: (in a conversation about how guys keep cutting their hair) I don't like guys with freshly cut hair!!

Me: (in another one of those half-awake moods and in a conversation about how dumb a guy was acting) "Agar gaay ka doodh peeya hai to saamne aa"

I know I'm posting too many of these class room conversations and n proper post, but I have nothing else to write about. Ok. I have to write a lot for a college magazine and I'm fully lost. I've written one on how we (Bangaloreans) use kannada words in conversations all the time. So if you can follow Kannada, read it, cos I haven't translated the kannada bits. :P If you still want to read, I'd be honored.

 

Since I didn’t like Bangalore when I first moved in from Mumbai and since Kannada wasn’t my favourite language I never felt I would become someone who’d say, “Hi Kane” to the first person she met in the day. Not only do I do that now, but I also call up people and say “Hi Kane” to them, I say “Illa Kane” to someone I don’t agree with, I say “Yenne Kane” to someone who keeps bugging me but I take lots of pleasure saying all of that.

It’s not about mocking the language, its just having fun with all the words you know. It makes your humdrum conversations a lot more interesting and lively. Take the “Hi Kane” for example- it’s a lot more interesting way of greeting someone instead of the same “Hi”. Or, if you’re telling someone that you went home and slept through the evening, you could say “I went home matte I slept off full full and night full I didn’t get nidde!!” That would definitely bring a smile to someone’s face if you know exactly how to say it.

The first time I heard someone talk this way was when I was in the eighth standard. I was new to Bangalore and I was talking to this girl at school about everyone in the class and she was telling me how each person in class was, (Yeah I've been gossiping for a long time) and she said "Oh she know ya, she'll scope off fully!!"

"Huh?? What???"

"What ya?"

"Umm Scope?"

"Yeah ya, full she'll act off!!"

"Oh that way"

"Yes ya"

Later I got to know that “Scope off”’ means to show off. Some may also say “act off “

I found it all dumb and silly then (well it is  and anybody would) but after a while I found it funny; hilarious, in fact and I started using words like that every now and then just for fun!! Soon I would say "Paapa" to someone who didn't do their homework, "Go ya" to anyone whom I didn’t feel like talking to and “Illa pa” if I wanted to deny something. However, if I ever had to have a descent conversation without the "this ya, that ya" I didn't find it all that hard.

Years passed and I loved to talk the language. My Chumma Kannada vocabulary increased too. I knew almost everything people around me said and I knew exactly how to use Kannada words where they seemed the funniest. That also led to one thing. I spoke it so flawlessly ( ok I’m not conceited)  that the people who actually spoke that way, thought me to be one of their kind. So I was friends with everyone and had to listen to all their "This-u and that-u" but I learnt a lot from them too. However, this way I became Inna solpa better at speaking the language.

On those days (most days) when I don’t do my homework or don’t do anything I’m supposed to, my conversation with the first person I meet goes somewhat like this- “Aye whaat okay? Morning morning ( or beleg belege) all this tension!!” Later when someone says that it wasn’t all that early in the morning, I’d say, “Yappah!!! You know?? Chumma you’ll wake up full early and tell me something and all!!! Hoge lei!! (or hogo)”. Then I’ll say “Matte what an all??”. The other person usually says a “Huh??” until they get used to it. I’d say, “Raama!! Neen idiya nodu…” Once everyone around starts laughing you realize how funny it is and laugh with them.

There have always been Kochche roads and full maja madi times, but, our day isn’t complete if we don’t hear people on the road shouting at each other in Kannada or until we see some girls gossiping about the “Aval idaale alva” and boys saying  “Yenno maga”

If suppose you fail your final exam or aren't eligible to take it up, you gotto take an extra semester called "fast track"

The teacher says if you don't study, you'll have to take up the fast track (in general, to the class)

Me: Oh My God!!!

Everyone around me : What??

Me: He said the "F" word!!
Everyone : Oh my god! I didn't hear it!!

Me: Uff!! "Fast track!!"

Another day in class..

Me : I think I'm allergic to boredom.

Before a test, everyone is asking the teacher to tell them the questions ( ok the pattern and the type and the portions and the important stuff) . The teacher refuses.

N: Sir! This isn't fair! This is cheating!!

The Mechanical guy was busy drawing diagrams in class today. And everyone started talking once he turned away. So obviously, he kept turning back to look at us so that we quieten down.

Me: Mud mud ke na dekh mud mud ke..

During Civil class :

Me: Do  you think he's married?

N : Maybe.

Me: Maybe not.

He looks like the type who listens to his mom for everything. So maybe he's still single and they're looking for a girl for him. Or maybe he is the type who is married and still listens to his mom.

Yesterday I got good marks in Mechanical and the guy at the workshop said "very good" to me. I like cleaning up the lathe after I'm done. Since I finished first, I went around cleaning everyones lathe up.

"I have so many job oppurtunities opening up. I could become a kaamwaali who does jhadoo poncha or who does jhadoo poncha with dusting your showcase or I could become a mechanic!!"

In one English class, we had a sort of quiz where we were given points for recollecting what we did in the last class..

Me: Do I get points for saying Ashwini talked a lot and later talked a lot more?

(she is a girl who, umm talks a lot. full attention seeking sort)

I'm bored.

Extremely.

Me: I'm so bored.

Rach: Same here.

Me: I've done everything except maybe Bungee jumping.

Rach: Then go jump!

For the ignorant , or for the not-ignorant (Place me where you want, you could be on the other side) "Go jump" is like go get lost or "don't bug"

I haven't studied. Yet. I woke up late. Wasted the morning as usual. Surprising how I forgive myself for this

:O

So good morning!! Again.

They talk about the modern Indian woman everywhere. Every-freaking-where.

In movies; Konkana in Laaga Chunari Mein daag saying, "Humein usko muththi mein nahi, rishte mein bandhna hai" and Dia Mirza saying, "Aaj bhi hum naye computer laaye toh sabse pehele uski pooja karke naryal todte hain".

In ads :Showing the woman running around without energy, or the kid saying, "Toh tum bhi office mat jaao" or the one in which she plays with her kid (the Pears one) or even the goddamned ad where the girl says, "Yehi soch toh badalna hai"

And of course in a million other places like the articles in the papers, print ads, Readers Digest....

Once our old Biology teacher said, " Even I know about it, okay? I listen to English music at home."

Haven't you (no lying) ever ever laughed at at least one of them??

I have. At almost all of them. Except maybe the "Rishte mein baandhna" one.

I found them all lame. Very lame. The whole concept of managing a house and working is bad. I can never manage something like that, but accepting it.. well I don't know.

But today, reality has hit me. I realised that it is the very same woman I worship, someone who never fails to fascinate me- even in a TV soap for that matter, everywhere.

I have written posts about my favorite teachers- they all belong here.

My favorite singer - Alka Yagnik is here too.

My favorite actresses ( I dont have only one) - Rani Mukheji, Kajol and maybe even Aishwarya Rai ( I loved her look in Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam).I used to love Hema Malini two years back after seeing her in Baghban.

On TV- Divya from the serial Uttaran, Antra's mom in Aapki Antra and sometimes eve Raadhika (the Tamil actress) somehow somewhere have a place in my heart.

Even today, I'd rather listen to Taal se taal than Freaky freaky raat.

Bangles never fail to fascinate me. I'd love to plait my hair. I didn't mention I like long hair- the very very long types.

When I exclaim I say, "Uff" or "Le!" or "Raama". I do say Oh my God too, but I just put this in here cos it fits.

I love applying Mehendi and I don't go out without  Kajal.

I prefer the names Anamika and Lipika to Ria or Tina.

I don't have a problem wearing salwaar kameez. In fact, I'm comfortable in almost anything!

I might not be able to live in a village, but I still like their Ghagras and Jhumke.

The next language I want to learn is Bengali, not French or German.
:D

Ok enough of it. The point I wanted to make is that I have been laughing at the same people I admire. The women like who, I want to be one day. The people who mean a lot to me are those women. 

That I realised in class today. We had Physics lab yesterday and there was this one teacher ,who, I heard was horribly bitchy and rude and we just happened to have her there. She isn't all that old either. Middle aged. I was scared of her like crazy .Somewhere deep down I did like her and respect her, but I never had the stuff to ask her to help me during lab. Yesterday however, she was in a pretty good mood and when I put my hand up (it means I want a teacher to come to me immediately) and she came to me. I called her a couple of more times and she helped me- she was very very sweet to me. I still can't believe it!! After that class ( which was the second last lab class) I started wishing I had her for my lab. Usually I'd say to everybody who had her, "Uff!!! You have her aa?? How do you survive?". I also couldn't stop thinking of her since yesterday. There hasn't been one moment when I haven't thought of her. I didn't judge her too soon, but she makes herself look strict.

This post would seem meaningless, but here is the linker:

I've always been inspired or liked women who are both modern and a little traditional. I also realised that I used to find the term and the concept of "The modern Indian Woman" lame and stupid. Thinking back, I don't think I'd say so anymore.

Ps- I want to do a birthday post for my blog friend. Will do it tomorrow.
:P

She's one of my favorite bloggers and its her birthday today and I'm doing this Birthday post for her.

Her blog is called "Simply me". Its a title I can never forget. 

She has one of the brightest blogs and never lets you forget her blog.

She writes brilliant stories and I feel like writing one after I read her's.

After reading her new blog, I love her writing more.

So now I wish her a very happy birthday and hopes she never stops blogging (even if I do :P)

 

Loads of love Mehreen. Hope you have a fantastic day!
:)

Umm I hope this didn't sound like Hemanth's five point something. But I guess it does.

:P

I was jobless early in the morning, in college, even before the first class had started. The teacher had come in and was waiting for us to settle down. Thats my second favourite part of the class (after the attendance taking-time) and I like to take full advantage of that time.

As I was pretending to pull out my book from the bag, Pari calls me ( she sits in the bench behind mine). She gives me the skin of an Elaichi, shaped like a flower. ( look at it after you remove the inside and shape the skin into petals)

Pari: Togo.Now propose to Neetu with this. (togo = take)

Me: (turns to Neetu). Naanu ninnanna thumba lovvvu maadthini. Neenu nan jothe lovvu madak barthiya??

:D

(it translates to

I love you very much. Would you also love me? That's in English

It translates to "I do lots of love with you. Will you come with me and love me?" in tapori-kannada-and-english.)

Me: (continues) Naavu ibbru Happily ever after aagi irrona. (Lets live happily ever after.)

Neetu: I aalso lovvu you!
:D

PS: Read Lovvu as Lav-wu with a Kannada accent. Ok the Kannada part might be difficult but its funny. :D

and "maading" in the title means "doing". Ok I mean "doing" by "maading"

No matter how much you have, you still end up wanting more. I do too. Though I got a lot more of it than I usually do, I still wanted more. More of sleep. I went to be at ten so that I could wake up at five. Its 6:28 and I'm just out of bed.

:(

But its OK. I was super tired yesterday and I didn't sleep in the evening.

Nevertheless, I'm  managing to study something in the half an hour I have. It's 6:50 already, so it is only half an hour.

Hmm I have nothing else to write.

Good morning everybody.

Have a great day.

Wel I'm okay-ish over yesterday's mood. Not that I don't mean what I wrote. But just that I accepted that I was useless and so it became easier for me to waste time yesterday. I was also away from everyone else's blogs, so I did the catching up. I realised that most of us weren't in the happiest of moods. Though my problem was bad and everything, each one had a different problem and it was as bad as mine. So I wasn't alone. I know that you're never alone, but I realised it again in an altogether different way.

:)

I woke up at six and managed a little teeny weeny bit of studying.

I love the mornings here.

I think I'll stop watching Uttaran, go to bed early and get up at five.

Wish me luck,

Byee

I'm sick of being pissed off all the time.. I can't study. I can't help it.. Sigh!! I just have t pass this time.. I don't know why I'm letting all this happen to me. I hate Physics and all those subjects which come with it. I can't backout now. I can. But I wouldn't. However if I do, my dad wouldn't let me live. I am so not exaggerating. I wish I could switch my parents for someone else's. I wish I had never moved out of Mumbai ; so taking arts would never have been a big deal. Or so I think. My dad wouldn't have let me do what I want even then.

Sigh!!

I'm only doing I'm-so-pissed-off posts lately. I know everyone else is either finding it funny or irritating or something else. I don't know. But yes, I care. I don't know what I mean. I'm a good writer, but no one even considers that a talent. I'm a good singer. I say that, everyone laughs.

I have no other talent.

Plus, I've god stage fear; for crying out loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, its self pity and if you say "don't act like a loser" one more time, I'm not publishing that comment. I'm in a bad enough state already. Don't rub it in. It doesn't help.

I always felt that things eventually do smoothen out. I always have felt that whatever happens, happens for the good.

I have a bad temper or so everyone says. Yes I d, I'm just hard on myself, noone else.

I hate it when I cry. I don't have an option. I'm jealous of every single thing or person or animal or anything else around me. Except my parents of course. I can't help it.

I want to run away. Far far far away.

I will one day. You can't stop me. The world can't do anything. Thats what I say to myself.

But I wouldn't run away. I know, deep inside. I can't ever escape this hell. I can't.

I hate whats happening. I can't help it. One bit.

I am not making promises about the next post I'll be writing like, "I promise I'll be back in a better mood with a post with stuff in it. " I can't take any more accounting for. I want to be free. I've always wanted things my way. But for once,  I hope it happens. I'm actually eighteen for god's sake.

I'm not responsible, sensible, not careless, or anything else thats good.

I hate myself.

I am easy on myself. But I can't get the tension out of my life.

I can't study.

I can't write.

I can't sing.

I can't dance.

I can't wear nice-nice clothes.

I can't have huge phone bills.

I can't date.

I can't sit through one class without be threatened to be thrown out.

I can't speak in public.

I have absolutely no imagination.

I can't submit a single record on time.

I can't come home without feeling tired and drained out every day.

I can't go out with friends.

I can't watch TV without getting scolded.

I can't go play with neighbours in the evening.

I can't go get drunk.

I can't wake up late.

I can't bunk college.

I can't have anyone saying, " Harini is talented."

I can't draw a straight line with a scale.

I can't paint.

I can't paint posters.

I can't even play dumb-charades

I can't have a decent phone.

I can't afford to buy expensive make up. I think twice before buying a bag. Actually, I'm still thinking about it and I haven't bought it.

I haven't got a single decent birthday gift though I turned 18. ( I really appreciate N's gift but I mean something else)

I didn't have 20 people calling me at 12 to wish me so that I could put one call on hold to answer the other.

I haven't even bought myself a decent pair of chappals.

I can't even be the best student in English class.

No one else would have written or posted this. I am posting it. You're going call me god-knows-what for posting it.

You hate me too.

I'm paranoid.

Don't mind me.

Thank you for reading this. I doubt you'll come back to this blog ever again.

Thank you.

Its 12:30 in the night.

Loony calls.

Loony: Hi!! Happy birthday!!

Me:Thank you!!

Loony: So what you doing?

Me: I'm writing my record.

Loony: :|

Me: I just woke up and I got  a new phone, but I got a new number. So I gotto go send "This is my new number" waale messages to everyone.

Loony: Hey you're 18 today.

Me: Oh yeah!! Finally!! Yaay!!
:D

I think I spend half my energy fighting with auto drivers!!!

I've been addicted to the song "Haay Raama" from Rangeela, today. I really love the song and I've been singing the line," Tum itni pyaari ho saamne hum kaabu mein kaise rahein"..

I sang it all through class today..

During electrical:

He was discussing the question paper and I was busy looking lost.

N asks me what had happened. I say, "He's so cute, na" *I really meant it cos he was so sweet cute and funny at the same time.*

N: LOL!!

I completely forgot what I was talking about just the second before that and started singing," Tum itni pyaari ho saamne hum kaabu mein kaise rahein"

N: :O :O Whaat!!!

Later, he calls out our mark..

"Harini, 22 on 30"

Me: Tum itni pyaari ho saamne hum kaabu mein kaise rahein!!

Next during Mechanical:

He: Draw these diagrams.(looks at me) No talking. Draw them neatly.

Me: "Haay Raama yeh kya hua, kyun aise humein sataane lage

He: (looks at N) Draw them in pencil.

Me :" Tum itni pyaari ho saamne hum kaabu mein kaise rahein"

During Civil:

I  always look at the teacher, turn to Ne and say, "Do you think he is married?"

So today,

Me: I think he is married.

N: Yeah I think so too today.

Me: Hmmm he must be the type who hits his wife if she doesn't listen to him.

N: Hmmm yeah..

I realise I had to look at the board

Me:Tum itni pyaari ho saamne hum kaabu mein kaise rahein!!

While we were coming back from the canteen. ( Me, with an ice-cream)

"Tum itni pyaari ho saamne hum kaabu mein kaise rahein"

I look at N, say " You're so sweet." and continue singing "Tum itni pyaari ho saamne hum kaabu mein kaise rahein"

:D

Finally N started singing "Kuch Khaas hai" to make me forget this song..

:D

I sang that all through the bus-ride!!!!!!