Coffee and ginger biscuits

I was tagged by Ad libber and Poojo.C many moons ago and I had told some people that I was about to post a very long and whiny post about why things go wrong etc.

so this is it.

First the tag.

Write a post,it doesn't have to be very big,about that person-literary character,comic book hero,some guy in a movie,a random person you will never meet - we will start a list that will probably never end.


Hmmm.

Pete Crenshaw.

He was my childhood hero. I was with him. All through out the mystery of the shrinking house to the green ghost, the invisible dog , the silver spider, the stuttering parrot, the screaming clock, the singing serpent , the whispering mummy and what not. He was tall and athletic. A basketball player. He was scared of ghosts, nonetheless. He was not brainy like Jupe or studious like Bob. He was just plain cute. I was in love with him.

Then he grew up and I grew up and came across "Crimebusters". He got a new girlfriend, Kelly Madigan and I surprisingly was not Jealous. I just pretended that I was Kelly Madigan.

Anyway. So Pete Crenshaw was my GHM.

I could have written about people like Chandler Bing or Fokir, but then I have been delving deep into nostalgia for the past few days and ah, those were the days. Life was all about books and TV and school was all about the library period when I was at my happiest best.

I tag all those blog readers who have GHM s :)


Now for the long and whiny post.
Allow me to irritate you.


There is so much to talk about. Like college. It happened. Was happening. And now suddenly, poof! Its all over.

Like people. Like people who take you for granted, because you are mostly a fun person. I mean like Yeah, I can't spell out things without cracking at least one silly joke. Mostly about my body weight. But then what do you do when people try to manipulate things that matter to you by exploiting your very cheerful and carefree nature.

But I am not giving in.
I am not going to make this blog the one-that-serves-as-the-receiving-end-of-dark-and-Gothic-rants. Instead. I am going to do something that I've never done before.

I am going to torture you with my poetry.

I will sing a song.
Not necessarily in Bong.

As you may not know.
I am going to irritate you so.

I wish I had a bigger loo.
Where I'd get amazing ideas too.

Not that my loo is bad.
Its so tiny it makes me mad.

So one day when I have loads of money
I am gonna sit in a bath tub full of honey.


Then I'll sing a song.
But not necessarily in Bong.


Ok. Thats it.
I have ended up torturing myself. So no more.

Btw, wasn't this supposed to be a long and whiny post?

yeah. so I will whine a bit.

I got to straighten my hair [temporarily] because of a super ego clash between two very egoistic ladies. I love ego clashes of this sort. Which are so damn funny. [just wait, I will get to the whining part later. For now, listen to this. A very interesting story].

So lady number one and lady number two were both in charge of the bridal decoration and finery and suchlike associated with the reception party of one of my cousins.

Lady number One is a member of the largely extended family and Lady number Two is this hot-shot celebrity and all that. She is a known and much popular face in the Tollywood industry.

So because people in my family generally go gaga over celebs and all , they decided to go for the idea of taking the Bride over to a beauty parlour of Lady number Two's choice.

Now Lady number...ok know what.. I am just too bored to type the whole story so I will give you a gist.

Lady number One got really pissed about the fact that people were giving more attention to a celeb and in order to calm her down, one very sensible person told her that she can get her own make-up done from that very blessed parlour.

Well, so she denied and asked me to get my hair straightened instead.

How I loved my hair for the past few days.
So straight.
So So So very smooth and silky and surreptitiously shiny.

Herein I will throw in a one-liner whine.

I shampooed my hair today and its back to its wavy form,not straight anymore. So I finally stopped behaving like as if my hair was an untouchable.

Ok. My mother said two very hashhokor things today.
1> [While she was trying to make me see the logic of eating kichhuri with a happy face as that is one of the very few food items that I absolutely hate eating, apart from malpua and pattishapta. OK yes I know majority of the people like these things but you know what, I am not a part of the majority. I eat chalk and cement and earthen cups for God's sake]...Anyway so today, in the afternoon, my mother said something like "You should eat khichhuri, learn to eat khichuri with a happy face because when you go to jail you will have to eat this very stuff and you know what? they're not even going to make it as delicious as me.

2> [Our two-in-one music player is not working and has to be repaired] So my mother said, "Can't you just pretend to be a guy.[my son] and do all the guy stuff,after all your father doesn't stay here". Well just imagine. If I were a guy. I mean just imagine, if I were just the way I am and I were a guy. A guy who spends 98.67% of his time in front of the mirror looking at his hair and blogs about his hair using words like " smooth and silky and surreptitiously shiny".
Heehaw.

Moving on,
its awreddy 1.56 am and I am am NOT sleepy. Although I signed out of Yahoo messenger saying that I am. I've been reading random blogs and its funny how I really want to read blogs from all over the world and I end up reading and thoroughly enjoying blogs that belong to JUDE people.

I wish I was in JUDE. I mean the name itself is so cool. And that has nothing to do with the fact that it reminds me of Jude Law. Also, it has nothing to do with the fact that I've had dangerously ridiculous "what if" random thoughts about all guys from JUDE looking like Jude law.

As I always say, I have too much time and too little to do.

BTW, tomorrow I am gonna attempt studying on the Victoria Memorial grounds. Please Don't ask why. Its a long and arguably uninteresting story.