How to make a blog reader curious...



After much in-depth analysis and research, i have finally found out what makes you guys curious about a blog post..

1. Title a post saying 'How to make a blog reader curious'

2. Continue to not talk about it in the second point

3. Make people wonder why you are bullshitting by the third point

4. Decide to tell readers here that curiosity killed the cat, for no apparent reason

5. Give the climax away in the fifth point. Go on to point 9

6. Wonder why people haven't shifted to point 9

7. Write irrelevant random sentence in point 7. I had a chocolate mousse for lunch today.

8. Think about writing another random sentence in point 8 and decide against it as people would have shifted to point 9 by now.

9. Suddenly experiment with writing style and turn a romantic, making people chew their brains between what is fact and fiction.

10. Write two utterly romantic love-failure posts and arrange (pay) someone to comment saying "I KNOW WHY THIS POST HAS BEEN WRITTEN", increasing reader curiosity and making them believe it is real life tragedy when the comedy is on them :)

P.S. Some of you had told me you like the new me... are you sure you do? Coz she's not even remotely romantic and tends to make fun of anything and anyone around her.. psst! it could be you... :P lol

Change....


Baby, you said that i have changed...

But i'm still wearing the t shirt you gave me for my birthday six months ago... The jeans i used to wear then... Your watch...

My hair is still the same.. maybe a little longer... so my face and everything else...

I still write with my left hand... i still eat with my right...

But yes, i see changes...

You didn't smile when i sat next to you, like you usually do...

You refused to look me in the eye when you spoke.. like you usually do...

You fumbled as you shifted gears... You are usually more steady

When you left me home, you didn't say 'bye'

Baby, you said that i've changed... who are you? I don't recognize you anymore

At twilight



The sea is dark.. calm waves lap at my feet..
A tidal waves churns inside me.. tears flow freely... i hug myself.. i feel cold

Knees buckle, flop down, my heart too heavy and I lose myself in the oceans' rhythm.
It's over but i can't get over it.. in my mind i want you to go away.. but my heart knows.. it wants you to stay..

My fingers play with the wet sand and before i realise what i'm doing, they write your name.. clear and bold... embossed and engraved.. a tear falls on you... your name.. it smudges it a little.. blurs it.. past my tear-filled eyes...

And, i smile.. i know what to do...

I stay a few more minutes and then get up..

I walk away and look back just once to watch the waves wash you away... your name away...

My phone et me -Caffeine junkie



There was a point in my life when i hated coffee and tea.. i still hate tea.. but that is a different issue.. the current issue is... my recent addiction to coffee.... When i was interning in Deccan Chronicle couple of years ago, the place didn't have a canteen (i'm not sure if they have one now either.. but that's besides the point) .. all they had was a coffee/tea vending machine. Since i have not packed lunch for myself in years, i maintained my policy of not taking food to office too.. the problem was, the place was tucked in a corner somewhere in the outskirts (by the way, this has nothing to do with skirts or jumpers or bloomers if you are having such thoughts) of the city and there was no place to eat nearby.

I was interning there with three other classmates who used to bring food but somehow they never bought anything interesting from my point of view (i hope they don't read this). I spent days filling my stomach with coffee after coffee, basically because i hated tea much more than i did coffee. Anyway, i remember how i used to stare at the full-time reporters who ordered (which we weren't allowed to do) amazing food from some arbitrary restaurant, eating them in robust, finger licking et all. Anyway.. i dunno why i'm talking about that here.. must have something to do with my growling stomach...

After that particular internship, i haven't had much coffee except some afternoons at the place i'm working now.. and a few random visits to coffee day.. (Remember the bill from my previous post :P ok i'm getting way out of league here)...

Recently.. for the past couple of weeks or so i've developed an addictive hobby....... drinking coffee... WHEN BORED, OPEN CUP'BOARD'...yes, that is my mantra.. and yes, the coffee is in the cupboard.. not anything else.. so yea.. i hav a coffee in the morning and one.. no sometimes even two or three in the evening.. and then i get high and walk like a drunk maniac charged with energy but tired mentally.. ok that is so not making sense...

Anyway.. i was meeting couple of friends in Citi centre today and guess what i had? Coffee.. yes.. and i don't like black n scalding coffee...yet... but i'm having thoughts of shifting into that domain in the near future.. and my cuppa came scalding hot.. which i did not notice because i was too busy breaking my phone (my memory card has gone bonkers u see)... and i took a 'shot' of coffee.. and right now i'm typing this because my tongue has turned black and refuses to make sounds.. and i've been conversing with my dad through paper and pen.. and sms..

Well.. after burning my tongue with scalding black coffee... i somehow managed to finish it.. since my tongue had already numbed and i couldn't feel or taste anything after that... This was my third coffee for the btw.. and i was literally panting when i finished it...

I swaggered, took the cup and went to throw it in the dustbin when i saw something that made me crush the cup and stamp it alot before i threw it in..

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN HOT BEVERAGE

The guide....



There is a strong urge to reach beyond...

Stronger than an iron grip...

A fire that refuses to be doused...

A yearning that wills to be quenched but not yet... not until it is time...

A dream that refuses to lose its on going fight with reality....

Determination that looks up at the biggest obstacle and says "piece of cake!"

Courage that wakes up from somewhere within, trying to suppress the ever-present fear...

Memories that strengthen it all together...




Hands reach up to touch the stars...

Eyes follow and guide...

Suddenly there is a blinding light...




Eyes stagger...

Hands are thrown off course...

The fire is being flushed...

The dream fights a losing battle.. reality threatens to take over...

Determination lets out a tear and shakes its head... there is no voice anymore..

Fear shadows courage...

Eyes close... everything is dark...




And then... slowly... there is a shadow above the eyes and they relax...

Eyes open, shaded by love... they are shone more brightly than before..

Hands are guided by an unknown force.. they are right on target.. they reach up and touch the blinding star... light and power unite...

The fire fights back, ever raging...

Dreams become reality...

From behind, a voice speaks with a smile, "Piece of cake!"

Shy is NOT coming....anymore


This is a rambling.. i wanted to tag it under 'rant' but i just remembered that i never tag my posts.. weird.. it must've something to do with my memory that switches off a odd times.. hmmm.. anyway.. let me get to the point..

I was munching on Subway food a couple of days back... i always have my sub with extra extra extra jalepenos (i can't spell that and spell check shows 'penologist' as an option!?) and no olives with an extra serving of all sauces. Why am i telling you this? I don't know.. just a piece of unwanted information.. rotfl.. actually im having a craving for a sub now.. ok ok ... lets focus again.. i was ordering my sub and i suddenly started giggling to myself. Couple of my friends who were with me gave me a quizzical look but i went on giggling, dismissing their looks wit my hand.

The giggling continued as i tasted around ten flavours of gelato before choosing 'ferrero rocher' (did i atleast get that right? yes, another piece of unwanted info.. i'm full of them today) and my friends started to get worried. But i couldn't bear to tell them the reason behind my giggles. So, i'll write them here.

I have changed alot, i told myself. I was sinfully shy a few years back. I couldn't talk to anyone new. I couldn't even look at them. My grandma used to tell one of my friends to take care of me whenever we went out and i couldn't even bargain with an auto guy! She thought i'd never be able to talk to anyone of the opposite gender. I was horribly shy. I was too self conscious and i couldn't crack a joke for nuts (hahaha.. :P do u recognize me now?). The maximum you could get out of my mouth was a 'hi', which would sound like it was coming from a 100 feet deep well.

The reason i jumped from subway to my shyness is because of a particular incident that happened few years ago. My aunt had flown down from aussie to spend a week with us. The both of us went shopping at Spencers for an entire day and at the end of it my stomach was growling so loud, even she could hear it. I'm usually ok with her, but i had my inhibitions as usual. I couldn't eat in front of her, for some reason. I thought it was rude. That was the time subway was unheard of as they had 'just' opened up their spencer's outlet.

My aunt, being from aus where subway was already popular, asked me if i wanted to try it out. I said 'ok' because i didn't know we had to 'go up to the counter and customize the order'. When we entered and she asked me to go take my order and explained to me how it worked, i freaked out! I was so shy that i didn't want to talk to that stranger behind the counter, about my order. My aunt kept pushing me towards the counter and i kept running back. How could i go talk to the guy behind the counter? He was a stranger and what would i say to him? And i'd have to talk long, since i had to customize the order and i just couldn't do that! What if he thought something about me? What if i say something wrong and he laughs? I didn't want a stranger laughing at me.
I didn't know anything about subway and i didn't want to get embarrassed in front of her either. Finally, i pulled her away from the place.

Another time, my cousin was visiting us and i took him to citi centre. He wanted to try the gelato and i, who was shy around him (since i didn't know him well) went along, deciding not to try anything there. As soon as we reached the stall, he started trying out different flavours and i stood by him, tempted as hell. He saw me looking and asked me if i wanted anything and i politely refused. He then forced me to pick a flavour.

I didn't know any of those flavours again and i was too shy to ask for a taster in front of him. I asked him to pick a flavour for me. He looked at me with absolute horror and hasn't spoken to me since then (lol.. i'm not kidding about this one). He regained his composure and again told me to taste some and choose. But i just wouldn't. I kept telling him to pick a flavour for me until he got tired of me and blatantly refused to. How could i ask that guy for a taster? What if i pronounced the flavour wrong? What would my cousin think of me?I shook my head vigorously but he finally managed to coax me into tasting a few flavours and select one. I spent the rest of the evening letting the ice cream melt and 'nibbling' at it cause i couldn't eat in front of him.. that was until he asked me..

"Are you going to finish that or what?" .. talk about being nice!

Well.. coming back to the present.. i think of how i make a fool out of myself everytime i come here because i keep making the guy add more and more jalepenos until he tells me i'm going to choke to death, keep askin for every single sauce they have and then change my mind and make him do everything all over again in the last minute. If i'm with a gang of girls, that guy might as well sit with a towel on his head.

Gelato has now become a free service for me. I make it a point to taste every single flavour and sometimes i don't even pick any. But being the nice person that i am, i always remember to thank the guy for the free tasting session before i give him a huge smile and leave the place, leaving him awe struck and full of curses.

Sighh.. how life has changed...

TAGGED

By Abhishek

1.If your lover betrayed you,what would be your reaction ?
Ans: Hey, we're even at last! And i thought i should feel guilty.

2. If you have one dream which could come true,it would be?
Ans: One where i have superpowers :)

3.Which one do you prefer-ice-cream or chocolate ?
Ans: CHOCOLATE! CHOCOLATE!

4.What would you do with a billion dollars ?
Ans: Build money castles, dump it in a tub and take a billion dollar bath... and i can think of few more things :P

5.Can you fall in love with your best friend ?
Ans: Not if they're of the same sex (because i'm straight)

6.Who is more blessed-loving someone or being loved by someone ?
Ans: Being loved. That way you get showered with gifts and u never pay when you go out anywhere (muhahahaha.. yea am a bitch)

7.How long would you wait for someone you love?
Ans: Until he comes and then screw his case for makin me wait so long...

8.If the person you like is secretly attached,what would you do?
Ans: Secretly attached? to what? a magnet? I would try to pull him away... no technically i'd attach myself to it to.. actually.. i don't know what i'm saying..

9.If you could root for one social cause,what would it be?
Ans: Increasing teenagers pocket money.. i think its a very important social cause. There are so many teens below the poverty line

10.What takes you down fastest?
Ans: A fall?

11.What according to you is blogger in denial?
Ans: Me... :D

12.What’s your fear ?
Ans: waaadder (american slang)

13.Your opinion of the persons who tagged you with this.
Ans: good blogger buddy :) .. revert to previous post for more

14.Would you be single & rich or married & poor ?
Ans: Single n rich... :D

15.What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
Ans: Open my eyes.. or try to... coz usually i'm still very much sleepy and they refuse to open

16.If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, whom would you pick?
Ans: Can i pick both? since i love them both? or would that be a big bother?

17.Would you give all in a relationship ?
Ans: All what? i need to know specifics b4 i commit myself.. i don't share my soft toys...

18.What’s eating you now ?
Ans: Nothing's eating me.. i'm the one who's continuously gorging on something.. right now on chips..

19.Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
Ans: Both... in equal propotions

20.Tag 6 people.

RULE 1: People who are tagged must write their answers to the tag and change any question they like.
RULE 2 : Tag 6 people and they cannot refuse to do this tag. They must write who tagged them and cannot tag that person again. Continue the game.And I hope it will be sheer fun.

TAGGED:

Kitty
Multimenon
Iyshu
Arc
Vidya
Gerimox

Hear ye, hear ye!


I can't believe i missed my 100th post! Dam.. how stupid can i get? So, i'm using the 101th... i mean 101st post to write what i should have written in my 100th post. Dam those numbers! They always confuse me... now you know why i was cribbing about taking maths as my IDE!!!!! Anyway... my blog turned 100 yesterday and i didn't notice (don't cry, dear bloggie, at least i am only 24 hrs late.. yes yes i know u want to delete yourself and disown me but you don't push the buttons here... i do... sorry)...

For my 100th post, I wanted to thank all those people who've actually read my blog regularly... and so here i go.. i'll try to be all senti and mushy.. pardon the humor, if there is any :)

Before i thank all you guys individually for keepin me going.. i'd like to say i wouldn't hav bothered coming so far if i didn't have your comments and your feedback :) I thank all of ya from the bottom of my socks *that is now black in colour* for your support. I will try to remember and mention each one of you. In case i forget.. please ping me and i'll add you here.. please pardon my crappy memory

Here's the list :)

Iyshu - She is my blog maathe! She made me start the blog, helped me with the basics and has continued to read my blog along the year :) I lowe you iyshu... thanks for readin up no matter what crap i write and you always have a comment (except on a couple of occasions, for which i forgive you! :P ) . You are not only a great commenter online but also offline in class when i bug you as you immerse yourself in Harry Potter. And remember the post we wrote about each other?

Vidya - This gal is super.. comes in flashes and gives amazing comments. Her blog updates somehow never show on my blog roll and i keep complaining that she doesn't update though she does. I'm sorry about that :P She is very keen on asking me if i update my blog and comments on posts she finds funny.. if she doesn't find them funny (Which is most of them), she doesn't comment! Sigh..

Chriz - My very first blogger buddy :) He's super funny.. amazing fun to talk to.. keeps pulling my legs.. someday my legs are gonna come outta and then it will HIT him! Anyway.. i love his comments tho i keep retorting back. And he always has a kind word or two.. and i'd say something else about him here but he'll kill me.. so i'll keep quiet :P .. Thanks for being a great friend :)

Sindhiya - Now.. this chick is someone i really have to apologise to. She has given the best comments on few of my posts till date. Somewhere along the line, i shoo'ed her away from my blog.. and she has point blank refused to come back again. *Gets down on one knee and yelps in pain* i'm sorry sindhiya! I hope you will become my follower again :( Missing your comments here.. really...

Swetha - This gal is silent reader. She will screw my ass if i don't tell her about any updates i make on my blog. And she thinks i have a great sense of humor ( which i think i don't).. anyway.. she comments when she wants to and they're always nice comments :) Lowe u too ma

Thoorika - This child will NEVER change. She s my CNB - Chief of Nonsense Bureau :P I keep tellin her also to update her blog but she keeps askin me for ideas to write on! Like i write on ideas.. i write from the bulbs i get everyday.. and her comments are always mean and sarcastic! I'm kidding.. keep readin mine gal.. even if u don't update urs.. and write more love stories ;) hahaha

Nandhini - This DOG will never update her blog. She is THE MOST LAZIEST person i've ever met. She s an amazing writer but she thinks she's mediocre. She's good at sarcasm but she thinks she can't make a joke. She USED to read my blog. Now she doesn't. Nonsense gal. Do come back :)

Mayz - This guy's poems are MIND BLOWING. I'm a really BIG BIG fan of his poems. He just hits you right on target. He's also an amazing blog friend... keeps insulting my hindi.. but that's ok.. because i don't know hindi.. by the end of this year i'll make sure i know more than you :P Besides.. i'm three generations younger than u.. like u said.. hahahaa

The ARC - My blog THANGACHI... who is 5 months younger to me but talks like she's 30. This gal is another amazing amazing writer. Is frustrated with college.. like me... and is jealous of my job :) hahaha.. lifts me up when i'm down and puts me down when i'm up.. kidding ;P is currently mad at me as i haven't commented on her posts.. its ok thangachi.. i will do so

Lokpria - She reads my blog whenever she can. She's a brilliant political analyst. Hope she maintains her blog according to her passion :) Lowe u maaaa

Vipasha - She will comment on posts that pertain to her only :P hehehehe.. Vipasha.. please please update ur blog.. u probably won't read this post anyway :P

Pratap - This guy never comments on the blog. Cause everytime i ask him to comment he'll comment in my chat window instead! Bloody talented designer.. does all my college projects for me :P and tells me i rant in style.. lol.. thanks for reading :)

Jammy - I am his official biggest fan, coming in toe with Chriz who would have married jammy if he could have. This guy is hillarious and he's damn sweet. 'India's funniest blogger' :) I have nothing but respect for him. Honoured that he reads my blog too :)

Rakesh - There are two rakesh's who comment (the 's is wrong there i know)... want to thank both of them for reading my blog :) nice to have you guys here :)

Multimenon - Has a super blog. I love the way he writes. And he's my newest blogger friend ;) Thanks for reading man :)

Abhishek - Super sense of homour (changed) ;).. and he always comments nice things on my blog.. :P that's y i like him.. hehehe..

Vikas - The other IIT boy... genius in the making.. also keeps pulling my leg.. :) Thanks man..

Kitty - Calls me Val Helsing for some reason. Nice blog friend.. gives honest comments :) Thanks

BBlurts - Thanks for readin my blog :)

Swati - She reads posts now and then.. radical feminist.. love her comments.. thanks dude

Keshi - You're absolutely brilliant.. :) Thanks for readin my blog

Gerimox - Thanks for the comments :) Keep reading my blog :)

I hope i've mentioned everyone. Others who've read my blog also have my thanks.. just ping me if i've left our ur name.. i'll add it asap! :)

Yes yes, a very mushy post.. violation of another resolution :P hahaha.. Thanks guys! You rock! :)


Change we need!


This is a very famous dialogue. By a very famous person. Senator and soon-to-be president Barack Obama used this mantra to win the election. Unfortunately, though i've been using this (in singular form mostly), i haven't been able to do anything, let alone make a nation vote for me! I know you are probably wondering what i am talking about. Let me elucidate.

I used this dialogue and was subject to this dialogue twice today. And in all the below explained cases, my action plan and my strategy failed to work, though the magic words were used. Maybe i should ask Obama for tips *thinks with finger on chin* ... anyway, let me tell you what happened.
Scene 1

This morning, i realized as i opened my purse that there were only bills inside it (as always). I found a year-old bill for a coffee treat i had hosted, a bill for a t shirt i bought few months back and balance statements from my ATM. Yet, however hard i searched i could not find a single RUPEE in my purse. I scavenged, turned my purse upside down and even stamped on it, hoping i could feel some money but i couldn't. Now, the problem with asking my dad for money is, HE WON'T GIVE ME ANY. "Why do u ask me for money when you earn?", is his question. He does not understand that the needs of a teenager cannot be filled with just a stipend she earns from a part-time job (which she tries to save also). I can't blame him. He gives me Rs.200 a week, which i finish in two days.

Anyway, i approached him while he was getting ready this morning and told him "Change i need". He blinked at me. "What?", he asked. "I said Change i need". "What did i do now? Everything's fine. What change do you need? If you want me to stop dropping you in college that's fine. But i fear by the time you reach your class, half of it will be over", he replied coolly. I had to think fast. Of course my dad had to drop me! Or i'd miss half my classes everyday. It's tough to reach on time when you wake up at 7:30 a.m. sharp (note that point) for a college that starts at 8 a.m.

"Did i say i want you to stop dropping me? Don't assume things. You men always assume things. Why do you think i want you to stop dropping me?", i retort. "You women always talk in parables. Why don't you stop wasting time and tell me what it is you really want? It's 7:45 already", he said. "I need change", i said truthfully. "What? There you go again. Why can't you talk in english?". "I thought i was talking in english. Give me some change!", i shouted. "Change? What? Oh, you mean money? What can't you use the term 'money'? First you quote Obama, now you change it into change.. i mean.. money... are you okay?", my darling father, who is also a doctor, had suddenly had doubts about his daughter's sanity.

"So, do i get the money or not?", i asked.

"No. Use your own", came the reply.

"This is the change i need. I mean... the situational change. I need you to start paying for me again", i told him.

"Do you want change as in money or change as in situation?", he asked again

"Can i choose both?"

"No, actually, you can't choose either. I'll take you to the atm", came a smart reply.

So much for my witty dialogue. And so, that story ends.

Scene 2

I was sitting in class today as the lecturer was distributing the papers of exams i don't even remember writing. Anyway, i got decent marks and i was wondering how she liked my answers as i had not only used every single flamboyant word i knew, i had also uses phrases and idioms like 'Every cloud has a silver lining' in my answers.

No, it was not my english paper. It was in fact my 'current affairs' paper. I hadn't known much about any issue but i somehow managed to score more than i expected due to use of 'such' phrases in my paper.

Anyway, my lecturer, who i suspected did not even know me by name, approached me suddenly and told me "You! You have done well but need to improve". I was startled. Not because she was talking to me. But because i was in the middle of an important discussion with my friends and she interrupted me! But, i quickly regained composure and managed a "Huh?".

"You need to 'change' and improve your writing skills", she told me. "Ok ma'am. Change i need and change i shall", i told her. "I expected more from your paper. You are doing well, but the writing part, i'm not too satisfied with. You will need to 'change' your style to suit the answers well and give an objective editorial type answer", she instructed me. I nodded vigorously, surprised at the marks she had given me if she had so many problems with my writing skills. She seemed unperturbed by my lack of response to her advise.

The words "CHANGE YOU NEED" were written all over her face as she continued to stare at me, probably expecting me to reply. (No, the words were not painted across her face in black ink, though that would've put across the message much clearer. I guess we can only interpret thoughts through facial expressions until that happens)

"I'll 'change' my writing style ma'am. Will surely do a much better job next time", i replied, not knowing what else to say. She nodded, smiled and turn to walk away.

Suddenly, she turned back and asked me,

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME? I'M SORRY BUT I'M NOT FAMILIAR WITH YOU"

I could only imagine who that lecture was actually for.

All my dialogue and my zest had gone waste, yet again :(

Statutory Warning: The following incidents are all true and are not meant to make anyone laugh. It is sad humor and any laugh that comes out of it is purely coincidental.

Statutory Warning for the Statutory warning: The statutory warning was not meant to be funny either.


Resolutions 2009


After a 2 day hangover due to pizza mania (u'd probably know what kinda 'hangover' it was), i'm back to welcome the new year :) This is my 98th post. A couple more and my blog post writing turns 100! Oh man, even blogs get old i tell you, it's so sad.

Anyway... I usually never take resolutions, mainly because my brain forgets it the moment i make it. Absent-mindedness personified! Since i'm jotting this one down in my blog, i won't forget, hopefully (unless i forget my blog of course!). Anyway here are my top ten resolutions for 2009.

1. Sssssstttttt..........ooooopppppppppp eeeeeeeeaaaaaatiiiinggg ughhhhhhh........... JJUNNNNNK FOOOOOODDDDDDDD .. .Ahh i wrote it at last.. my brain was sending alerts to my fingers to stop me from writing this line but i managed to make it... uh... understandable.. now, the only left is to follow it.. sigh..

2. Tattoo all those things that i must remember to do everyday, Ghajini style. With a brain as warped as mine, i don know how i manage to remember to brush my teeth every morning (wait! I don think i did yesterday...... and today.... SHIT!)

3. Instead of KALPANA WAS MURDERED tattooed like a chain on my chest, i shalt tattoo I WISH MY HOD WAS MURDERED *in case some hitmen are giving new year discounts or helping others for free*

4. Stop insulting my dad on my blog... this is a tough one... since his image here is already tarnished... i dearly hope he doesn't read this.. I don't think i can ever STOP doing it.. i'll try to reduce it this yr :P

5. I will try to improve my murdered english. I was readings the 10th standard diary of mees sometime back and I HAD THE BETTER ENGLISH THEN THAN NOW... Showings what an undergraduate degrees in journalism doings to u!

6. Try to start reading non-romantic un-sappy novels. 2008 has been a mushy year for me. I don't know what has happened to me. I must've read 10 or so love stories with tragic endings! Oh man, i've resolved not to step into unknown territory this year. *hehehehe*

7. Dreams on fire.. I'm currently listening to that song from 'Slumdog Millionaire' (Which by the way is an AMAZING movie.. please watch it) .. anyway... i'm planning to set my dreams on fire this year, since i'm graduating and haven't still figured out what i want to do in the future. Ok this does not literally mean setting my dreams on fire... though that would conjure really funny mental images.... oops.. anyway..

8. Learn Hindi. Due to a sudden influx of hindi speaking friends and examination questions based on hindi films and political groups, it's time to arm myself with hindi skills to effectively battle and bull shit them all *shoots from toy gun and blows out the smoke from the front, hollywood style* If you can't beat them, join them!

9. Stop swearing! Oh man, i've become this swearing machine. I just HAVE TO SHUT THE F*** UP... oh SHIT! .... >>>> YOU SEE WHAT I'M TURNING INTO? I NEED TO RELAX... AND RELAX... MEDITATION.... CHILL... CHILL... CHILL... CHILL... WTF AM I DOING? (sigh.. this is going to be tough)

10. SMILE... I'm gonna use this weapon alot more often than i usually do. I'm gonna smile no matter what. Like my HOD once told us "You have to learn to smile and say NOOOOOOO". So the next time she asks me to get coffee for the guest lecturer i'm gonna smile and say NOOOOO