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That pretty much makes my day.At least I am not entirely useless.
Lately, I've realized, I am more happy when I am busy. Like college drags the life out of me sometimes , but its fun to come home after a long day spent pretending to learn stuff that is obviously not going to be a part of my future profession. Radio Mirchi has sold its soul to the amazingly pathetic dard-e-disco song."Amazingly-pathetic" was somebody's email ID. I don't remember who, but that person was in my teacher's mailing list. Amazingly pathetic is a pleasant phrase.
It is a matter of utmost abnormality, if a person, at age 20, wakes up in the morning to think and ponder and wait for a TV show that is to be aired in the evening. When the show gets over, the person gets really bored.The name of the show being "Gossip Girl". No seriously, I love that show.
I love Linkin Park too.I love milk powder too. Before I start turning this into this amazingly pathetic [yes,I will say that again and again] blissfully boring "I-love" nonsensical post, I'd like to tell you that actually, I have nothing to tell you.
At least I am honest.I am updating my blog because I am bored.
FYI, I am getting my nose pierced next month. Thank you. Then I will successfully start looking like a wannabe. The idea thrills me.
What also thrills me, is the idea of packing my bags and going off to Bombay, after my college gets over.I think I'll like Bombay. Your opinion about Bombay will be amazingly welcome in the comments section. :)
I like my editing teacher.He treats us students with potato chips and Frooti and the occasional cups of coffee, the ones working way after normal college hours for the Valedictory . You should know some technical details before I go further with the story.
Every year, our college has a Valedictory function. The students who are passing out are thoroughly serenaded. Also, a ten-minute film is projected. That film being called the "Valedictory Film" for the amazingly pathetic reason that is the lack of originality.Anyway, so the MCVV students are supposed to edit this wonderful film that is to contain wonderful footage from all the wonderful events [footage that has been painfully recorded by us students by something that I'd like to call an old and manically depressed video camera] that took place in our wonderful college, in the wonderful year that is now bygone. Wonderful being the overused word, the editing job ain't at all that rosy. Because,
1> I don't know editing.
2> I don't like physical labor in the form of running up and down eight flights of stairs and gathering amazingly pathetically useless information about who did what and where did who originally plan on doing who else.
3> I am generally a very lazy person.
4> I don't like doing stuff that will not be appreciated.
5> I am the eternal compliment fisherwoman. So technically,if I can't work on the editing software, I am most probably not likely to get any compliments for the editing job.
Having said all that ,I also wanted to pretend to look busy with the Valedictory thingie and skip classes and be in the good books of the editing teacher et cetera. Therefore, I thought about giving the Voice-over for the film. Now that automatically makes me a very intelligent person in my own eyes because,
1>I get to listen to my voice again and again.Considering the fact that I always had eloquent dreams of acquiring an alter ego and chatting up with her, the recorded sound does sound unusually human and hence I am one step closer to making my eloquent dreams come true.
2> I get top-class VIP treatment.Like people set up the equipment before the recording starts and I sit in a chair like a big fat hen, and the people ask me whether I am comfortable enough and when will I be ready to record etc.It makes me feel very much like a songstress.What with the microphone and all.
3> I get to pretend to be busy with the film, while doing absolutely nothing at all, except staring at the computer screen and cooking up wild stories like "When the cursor fell in love with the timeline".
4>I get to do cranky stuff like recording random conversations with crankier people and deleting them immediately because we'd just been discussing the master plan of throwing our H.O.D outta the college.
5> I actually get to sing and record that, [for timepass, of course] and then people tell me that I should start singing for a profession.
Yeah like that was one of the highest points of my college life. When Naan told me the following:
"I wouldn't ask you to take a up a profession where you wont be able to make money, and I am asking you to take up singing"
If I were online and if it had been someone else, I'd have used the straight face. Since I was not online, and it was Naan, I barely blushed and made a mental note of blogging about the moment.
Anyhow, So where was I?
see this always happens. I start off with something. Then start giving technical details. Then I forget what I started off with in the first place and then I have to scroll up and re read what I'd written.and Then I get too tired and take pity on the blog readers and think about how long the post has already become and ultimately, I throw away the idea of giving out my original story [which in this case, was about my editing teacher who gives us Frooti,potato chips and coffee treats for staying back at college till 8.30 at night] right outta the window, which is closed, and it is hot.
And I thought I'd nothing to tell you.
Amazingly pathetic.
Poof.
Oh, lastly, don't get freaked out and all but I had this gala dream where all the bloggers I know were present. I think it'd have to be a blog meet or something.Just that the location was some under-construction factory site.And Ad Libber deserves special mention as she was the only person to pay me minimal amount of attention, the rest were just ignoring me. :'(
Lately, I've realized, I am more happy when I am busy. Like college drags the life out of me sometimes , but its fun to come home after a long day spent pretending to learn stuff that is obviously not going to be a part of my future profession. Radio Mirchi has sold its soul to the amazingly pathetic dard-e-disco song."Amazingly-pathetic" was somebody's email ID. I don't remember who, but that person was in my teacher's mailing list. Amazingly pathetic is a pleasant phrase.
It is a matter of utmost abnormality, if a person, at age 20, wakes up in the morning to think and ponder and wait for a TV show that is to be aired in the evening. When the show gets over, the person gets really bored.The name of the show being "Gossip Girl". No seriously, I love that show.
I love Linkin Park too.I love milk powder too. Before I start turning this into this amazingly pathetic [yes,I will say that again and again] blissfully boring "I-love" nonsensical post, I'd like to tell you that actually, I have nothing to tell you.
At least I am honest.I am updating my blog because I am bored.
FYI, I am getting my nose pierced next month. Thank you. Then I will successfully start looking like a wannabe. The idea thrills me.
What also thrills me, is the idea of packing my bags and going off to Bombay, after my college gets over.I think I'll like Bombay. Your opinion about Bombay will be amazingly welcome in the comments section. :)
I like my editing teacher.He treats us students with potato chips and Frooti and the occasional cups of coffee, the ones working way after normal college hours for the Valedictory . You should know some technical details before I go further with the story.
Every year, our college has a Valedictory function. The students who are passing out are thoroughly serenaded. Also, a ten-minute film is projected. That film being called the "Valedictory Film" for the amazingly pathetic reason that is the lack of originality.Anyway, so the MCVV students are supposed to edit this wonderful film that is to contain wonderful footage from all the wonderful events [footage that has been painfully recorded by us students by something that I'd like to call an old and manically depressed video camera] that took place in our wonderful college, in the wonderful year that is now bygone. Wonderful being the overused word, the editing job ain't at all that rosy. Because,
1> I don't know editing.
2> I don't like physical labor in the form of running up and down eight flights of stairs and gathering amazingly pathetically useless information about who did what and where did who originally plan on doing who else.
3> I am generally a very lazy person.
4> I don't like doing stuff that will not be appreciated.
5> I am the eternal compliment fisherwoman. So technically,if I can't work on the editing software, I am most probably not likely to get any compliments for the editing job.
Having said all that ,I also wanted to pretend to look busy with the Valedictory thingie and skip classes and be in the good books of the editing teacher et cetera. Therefore, I thought about giving the Voice-over for the film. Now that automatically makes me a very intelligent person in my own eyes because,
1>I get to listen to my voice again and again.Considering the fact that I always had eloquent dreams of acquiring an alter ego and chatting up with her, the recorded sound does sound unusually human and hence I am one step closer to making my eloquent dreams come true.
2> I get top-class VIP treatment.Like people set up the equipment before the recording starts and I sit in a chair like a big fat hen, and the people ask me whether I am comfortable enough and when will I be ready to record etc.It makes me feel very much like a songstress.What with the microphone and all.
3> I get to pretend to be busy with the film, while doing absolutely nothing at all, except staring at the computer screen and cooking up wild stories like "When the cursor fell in love with the timeline".
4>I get to do cranky stuff like recording random conversations with crankier people and deleting them immediately because we'd just been discussing the master plan of throwing our H.O.D outta the college.
5> I actually get to sing and record that, [for timepass, of course] and then people tell me that I should start singing for a profession.
Yeah like that was one of the highest points of my college life. When Naan told me the following:
"I wouldn't ask you to take a up a profession where you wont be able to make money, and I am asking you to take up singing"
If I were online and if it had been someone else, I'd have used the straight face. Since I was not online, and it was Naan, I barely blushed and made a mental note of blogging about the moment.
Anyhow, So where was I?
see this always happens. I start off with something. Then start giving technical details. Then I forget what I started off with in the first place and then I have to scroll up and re read what I'd written.and Then I get too tired and take pity on the blog readers and think about how long the post has already become and ultimately, I throw away the idea of giving out my original story [which in this case, was about my editing teacher who gives us Frooti,potato chips and coffee treats for staying back at college till 8.30 at night] right outta the window, which is closed, and it is hot.
And I thought I'd nothing to tell you.
Amazingly pathetic.
Poof.
Oh, lastly, don't get freaked out and all but I had this gala dream where all the bloggers I know were present. I think it'd have to be a blog meet or something.Just that the location was some under-construction factory site.And Ad Libber deserves special mention as she was the only person to pay me minimal amount of attention, the rest were just ignoring me. :'(
13 comments:
When we were young and mean we had poems like...
"[something] sarkar
gachhe otha dorkar.
Gachh theke pore gele
Daktar dorkar"...
Now that we are grown up and minute, we know that we need make out pill. If nothing else, at least the Adrita pills cause a nice grin at the end of a day.
You cheer you know..
your gonna be a writer one day..honest to god.. i take dibs on taking the picture.... the one on the last page.....and if you feel generous enough can i help with the cover too :P
aka coffee stain
ps:
Rishi Pills:
Will cause you to fight for your right to party
under-construction factory site? you surely come up with stuff, don't you? :)
piercing ur nose is just cool,and not wannabe-ish....hehehehe....!!..
And you are coming to Bombay,yaaaay!!!
But why were you being ignored by us... :-)...i think its the construction site!!
amazingly pathetic
heh my new word
I was???
Sadly, by the time I came to the comments section, I completely forgot what the post had originally been about, I was that busy blushing and making that a blogging moment too :(
What, btw, did I look like :P
...while u sit pretty inside the "sound-proof" studio.. I...I sit outside acting like a wannabe chowkidar ..
so much so for sound proofing
maybe that is what i m destined to be especially since i m not getting thru anywhere
-'mancially depressed homo
sapien'
Here's to your requested views on Bombay:
It can be pretty aggravating to begin with. I hated it the first 6+ months that I was there. I kept cribbing, and that's remarkable given that I'm not too much of a cribber. And the monsoons there are really really really horrid. But the city grows on you. There is nothing like shopping in Bandra, Colaba or Fashion Street or walking out of VT Station (Now CST). The commutes are crazy on a regular basis, but there's never a dull moment, and everyday is an adventure. There are loads of stray dogs on the road and people in a constant hurry. But the average Mumbaikar is a nice person with a great desire to keep working all the time. And all this from a former Bombay hater. I love the place now. It really is an experience to live there.
Back to your blog:
I like the idea of you sitting like a big fat hen. Very hilarious.
And I would never ignore you at a bloggers meet in real life. You are my near-soul sister as it is. But better not to make any promises there.. who knows.. if there's some cute male fellow blogger there ;)
Also:
Pooja Pills:
Will cause involuntary commitment to a mental institution
And:
Officially my longest comment ever! (Apologies for the length and possible lapses in grammar.)
Piercing your nose makes you a wannabe?? Sheesh...that just proves my diabolical taste in women then! Oh, was your nose pierced in the dream? If so, Ad Libber wouldn't be the only one paying you attention you know ;)
That must be the reason, every one else was busy staring at their destined soul mates.
Wait a sec, did you dream that I swing the other way?
*gasps*
I need those pills. Amazingly pathetically. :-P
i had lent my voice for a documentary once and i reckon with what you wrote.totally!hearing your own voice reel inside the head is ,in all probability, the biggest way to attain narcissism.i had never been so full of myself before.
however,i have quite a handful bones to pick with you.why on earth would a nose pierce make you a wannabe?
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