The post-Pooja post.

The poojas this time were real good. Maybe because I dint plan anything beforehand.
The nearest I got to mind-shattering tragedy was when my stilettos broke off. As in, one of the heels broke off from the shoe.Talk about balance, I had to break off the other heel.

Henceforth I stopped feeling like the queen of the world. The stiletto heels were my Achilles' heel.


Annyway, that apart, pretty nice time I had. What with amusement rides, tipsy turvy bus rides , orange stick I screams and suchlike.

the following was contemplated before the Poojas. :

I will also wear my new stilettos and look real awkward and probably fall down on the road/pothole/man-hole/cow dung/ a zilllion times. Ok, mebbe not a zillion times. You see, I do learn from my mistakes.


Enough about shoes.
Lets talk about ceiling fans.

The ceiling fan inside my room has acquired a life of it own. It starts spinning cobwebs right after its switched on, but after spinning for half an hour, it slows down. After another five minutes or so it stops spinning. Totally.

Three electricians have been at it up till now.
We will have to buy a new fan and throw away the existent, actually-nonliving-but-wannabe-living bugging moron. The ceiling fan, I was talking about.
Thing is, it is me on whom the realization has dawned (the idea of getting a new fan), it will take a fair amount of time/energy/hair strands to convince my parents.

Talking about parents, hereupon I copy paste from dear dear diary again.

The following conversation in my drawing room. Time 6.66 pm.



"I have been tolerating you for a long time now.Not any more.Now the time is right.The gun is in my hand.And you're right here. I am going to kill you.I am going to blast away your head. No wait, first up, five bullets into your heart. Then i will cut your limbs.Slowly. The very limbs that took away my child..my only child from me.But that was the past.Now is the present and I am gonna kill you."


The dialogue concocted and delivered by my mother, plastic gun in hand. And I am the one who stole her "child".

The melodrama started with a fat ugly lizard which we were trying to shoo away.My mother's brilliant idea was to buy some fake ammunitions and put them in the plastic gun and burst them off to scare the lizards.

We ran out of ammunitions and the lizard sleekly went behind the refrigerator,and stayed there.So much so for scaring and shooing.

And then we noticed the neighbour who was staring at us from her window. Naturally, she might have been wondering what two fully grown females could possibly be doing with a toy gun.

And then my mother decided to baffle her a little more. She points the gun at me....and..


Such timepass we both have, I tell you.


ok, I forgot. This was supposed to be a post pooja update.

Haven't done much, except gorging on fair amounts of calorie accumulating eatables.
You see its shubho bijoya afterall.

And yeah, black forest pastry too,which was a treat btw, from some guy. I promised I won't take his name. So some guy. It is. heh heh heh :D

Oh and something really weird happened to me.
I know whatever incident follows after I say "weird incident" is anything but weird, but yeah, this one sure is!

So I became friends with some girl on orkut.During one of those lazy lazy preoccupations, I was browsing through her testimonials and stuff, and figured out that her boyfriend is some celebrity singer. I couldn't know WHICH singer. Incidentally, I got real worked up, and in one of those Calvin-inspired mood swings, I started imagining that I am a detective and stuff and that I have to have to HAVE TO find out more information about the boyfriend.So the next one and a half hours was spent in browsing through various orkut profiles , communities, community threads, googling and wikipedia included. Also some blogs.[blogs ALWAYS give you truckloads of info, as Saptarshi said in the comments section of my previous post].

Ok so where was I?

yah, then after one and a half hours I was doing the victory dance.The information gathered:

1]Name of the guy
2]Name of the band he plays in
3]Name of the instrument he plays.

Well ok I know thats just not enough, considering I am in Special Squad and all (the author of this blog paused a bit after typing the previous sentence, she was dreaming about Bhanu Uday.
if you know what I mean.)

But thats not the point. No My dear blogrolled friends...thats not the point at all!

the point is..
another half hour after the afore mentioned special squad giri, I happened to dust across one of my old note books, and GUESS WHAT????

The guy- in-question's very own postal address was scribbled across my very own note-book in my very own handwriting!!!

I mean it was spooky. Here I was looking up the internet for some random guy, and whoa!..I get his address?..that too from a very non-internetish source.

Oh, and why/how the address was there in the first place?
I was doing some shitty marketing internship with a TV channel a few months back.
And the channel was media partner or something like that for my college fest, which had the not-at-all shitty band performing.


ok, enough for now I guess, toodles!