MY Manly Voice. =D

Okay, so its official now. I have a manly voice. Heh. =D

I guess I get it from my dad. Everyone in my family except me can sing. Double heh.
It's not like I'm exaggerating. I RECORDED my voice and got to know about it. THEN, these incidents happened which further strengthened my convictions.

Proofs:/Incidents:

1] I called the vodafone care customer guy.

me: My name? Oh. ABC XYZ
the customer care wala guy: Okay, MISTER XYZ.. -
me (talking in between): no wait I'm not MISTER XYZ, I have a name and thats Abc.
him: I'm sorry Mister XYZ I didt get what you just said.
me: Heck. I'm MISS XYZ. *angry voice* I'm a girl.
him: Oh, I'm sorry Miss.. err.. XYZ -me: *rolls eyes* (he cant see that :)

I cut the line -_-


2] So, this one friend calls me. We havent talked for loads of time and all, so heres a bit of the convo.

me: hello.
him: Hello. Can I speak to ABC? :)
me: Yeah, its me.
him: No, I wanna speak to ABC, please.
me: Abbe oh! Main hi to hun.
him: Hain! Tere aawaz ko kya hua? :O.. You're sounding like yer elder brother. *maniacal laughter*
me: *silent*
him: *laughs* Teri aawaz inni manly hai *gaps for breath* Abbe *gasp* -
me (talking in between): call me when yer done with yer laughing. -_-

I cut the line.


3] My aunt called me up. Now, we'd recently met and whenever I go to Chennai, my voice goes weird. BUT, the werd voice is way better than my actual one - its.. girlier. :/

me: Hello.
Aunt: Hello! PQR!?!? (ABC = me. PQR = my brother)
me: Hello aunty! This isnt PQR, its ABC :)
her: awww c'mon PQR dont try and imitate yer sisters voice!
me: D'uh! Aunty jee! it IS me! :
her: Oh. Whats happenmed to yer voice?
me: oh its like this only.
her: *giggles* it sounds like yer brothers.
me: I know. :

And then I handed over the phone to my dad. -_-

So. These three incidents were enough to make me realise that my voice was manlIER that I thought it was. Heck.

On the other hand, atleast I can fool people. Wheee. =D :]

A Happy Independence Day to all, although I'm late by, like, a day. Almost. =D :)

Heh. Tamil serials. Ugh.

I don't like tamil serials.

Reason: Those uber-boring sitcoms.. they're SO cliched! I mean, like, getalife! I'll outline ONE story and u'll find a 100 tamil serial "stories" ACTUALLY based on that. The names are different. The cars in which the 'city DONS' travel, those are different. And, well, thats it. =D
Okay. So theres this really happy family with 'n' number of girls and just one boy. OR, no by at all. The first episode starts with how happily the family prays to the Family God together. Then comes the 'nature' wala part. There're always TWO girls who're short tempered and/or spendthrifts. There'll be ONE girl who'll be the epitome of niceness, sweetnesss, beauty, patience, etc etc. And then, the remaining will be special in their own ways, like, who can fold clothes the best or make the best tea everr or cook loads of good food in as little time as possible.

So yeah. There're always two (girly) guys who like two of these girls. The girliest guy likes the ONE girl (remember, she's the epitome of goodness?), and there'll ALWAYS be a bad guy who wants to, err, seduce? well, yeah, this one good girl. The second guy, err, is girly but still, WAY better than the first girly guy. :\
Oh, and these girls will like, support their parents all the time no matter what. It's always the boy who gets to be a drunkard and dumb and stupid and all.
So, this ultra boring story goes on and on for more than a year.. (five days a week, OMG!).. and all the girls get married one by one, some stupid husbands beat their wives up.. well, whatever happens, the End is ALWAYS the same:
They'll click a family photograph, u know, all the daughters with their husbands and kids, with prolly their STILL-surviving mum smiling her glamorous smile (she manages to stay the same. It's pretty obvious that she has powder in her hair)The daughters too have daughters and those daughters get married and they have daughters too. Heck, STILL, the daughters mum manages to remain the same.

See. I feel bad for all the grannys who havta watch stuff like THIS. Sigh. BUT, apparently, grannys enjoy watching serials like these.. I mean, it gives them satisfaction ki no matter what happens, how many people die and 'come back to life', no matter how many accidents the Baa (the oldest-est-est granny) suffers, Everyone stays alive. The girliEST guy kills the manliest bad-guy (the don, oftend misspelt as DAWN).. hA! =D

Dont worry, if u like tamil serials (Specifically tamil serials OR, their equivalent in hindi = any Ekta Kapoor serial) AND
1] Yer a guy: Dont worry. NOW you know what you are - a girly guy. Live with it, and make sure u watch atleast 10 serials a day - it gives you strength to wail and whine against the unfairness of life - about how totally un-girly guys manage to win. xD
2] Yer a girl: Aww. You'll be one of THOSE.. the no-matter-how-much-my-husnband-beats-me-up, I'll-still-support-him, EVEN-after-he-goes-on-drinking-bouts-and-goes-on-"office trips"-for-weeks types wifey. And you'll cry and cry and cry till theres enough salt water to revive The Saraswati.

Note: I dont know geography too well, forgotten all about it.

So yeah. The bottom line is, those tamil sitcoms suck, yes. Heh.

Pwning people is SO Not cool, u sick-o's! -_-

Okay. So THIS is about a community called 'Laugh at Orkut Losers Here' (LaOLH). It's all about people being pwned.. and and I'm a member there. Yesh I laugh at the so-called losers. Not that I LOVE laughing at those being pwned, but anyways. This one epal asked me why the hell I don't pwn people. That was a pretty complicated question. I guess. :\

So yeah. I answered the epal, yeah, but then I started thinking. About how pwning is so darned stupid and inane.

I find the whole pwning thinggy VERY dumb. I mean, how jobless can people get?! Okay okay, I know I may be contradicting myself - but I myself am REAL jobless - THAT is why I even VISIT the friggin' community in the first place!

But.. its pointless. People who pwn other people consider themselves the stupid Kings of orkut. Apart from getting hell loads of satisfaction from the fact that they learned a couple of swear words, which they consider cool, btw. Hell! That sucks ever more than a suction pump. -_-

And yeah, orkut is full of STUPID people - not losers. But I'd rather called Orkut Loser-dom. Coz its losers who rule here. (Get the point, u turkey-headed dimwit! Kingdom is where a king rules. SO. Loser-dom is where a loser, or, losers, as in orkuts case, rule!)

And. REAL losers arent even Pwned by the so called pwners! They're jus.. sworn at, called stuff and you know what actually makes the shitheads think they've WON and are the rulers of stupid orkut? When some touchy lout deletes his profile jus coz he wants to cry and yell and feels all embarrassed. -_-

Bleh. Come to think of it.. the pwners are the losers! Coz they think they're so UN-pwnable and stuff. Bullcrap. They suck. -_-

But frankly, all this stuff kills me. ROFLOL.. It just rzeminds me of the fact that some people dedicate their useless LIVES for weirdo purposes like this. Did you know that there are Pwn Shops, Pwn threads, etc etc? And these places are run more efficiently than the government could run our country - everr! :o

All in all, I still like orkutting, laughing at 'losers', secretly snickering at people who consider themselves the untimate PwnKings, laughing out loud (that doesnt make sense, I know -_-), watching my profanity.. and stuff.

~ I'm still a friggin' n00b in that community, and I dont want u telling me that, BITCH! -_-

Days go by...

Days go by..
They jus whiz past me. Us. Lalalalala.

^^ No. This isnt a song, nor is it a poem.

Bleh.. being mawkish is too boring.


So yeah. I spent today, which is a sunday, puking and drinking tea and all. It was a bit gross too, so you dont need to know about it.

Back to business, as usual.

Continuing.. I TRIED to watch a movie BUT turns out ki my computer froze in between, when I was trying to increase the volume.

So yeah. Another day jus whizzed past and I didnt even realise it.

Gah. Fiddledeedee.
Coz everything amounts to that. Always.

Oh. AND. If you didnt get the phrase/term that I've typed (used) above, read Gone With a Wind. Or consult UrbanDictionary. You moron. -_-

psst.. I recently lost my innovativeness (if you can call it that, bleh) in an accident, so right now, I'm honestly outta stupid topics. It doesnt matter. I still get free orange juice coz I'm still in the hospital bed and Vitamin C is good for my.. erm, skin?

Pathetically inept.

I ordered a pizza and am waiting for it. :D

My mom read my blog. The only thing she said was that I'm wasting time on useless shit. I think deep deep down inside, shez right :P

Oh, and Im also waiting for Sheru. Holidays can be boring. Orkut can be boring. Facebook can be boring (pia actually :). Watching animal rights videos on youtube can be boring. Damn, everything can be boring. Infact, everything IS boring. -_-

*feels uselesss*

Yeah. And frankly, I hate thinking and then writing. Gah-ha. -_-

I'd rather read blogs. :D

You COULD categorize this an an inane post. But whoz listening to you, BITCH! -_-

Right. The pizzas here. Yesh I'm a shutterbug AND I hog more than a pig.

Bon Appetit to myself. :D

Out on a Limb

This was one of those insignificant incidents, which a person is bound to forget. Or simply ignore.

You know, they say that... A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.

It was late evening. My temperature had suddenly soared to some weird number, and having no other option, I went to the local doctor. He treated people in his house and everyone had to wait in a room while a person was inside.

There were some newspapers on a table and a few chairs here and there. There was an iron bench in the corner of the room.

There were seven of us: An old lady, in an old white saree. It was obvious that she was a widow. Then there was this couple, who were talking to one another in hushed tones. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but all the same, I wasn't interested. The fourth person was a lady, with a bored look on her face. She was probably accompanying her daughter, who had dark circles under her eyes, and coughed a lot. It was obvious that she considered waiting for the doctor a nuisance. And then, us - me and my dad.

Whilst I was waiting, I saw a man walk out of the shawdows. I sneaked a glance at him, and was horrified to see that he had only one leg, and badly damaged crutches. No one accompanied him, and it cost him a great deal of strength to move even a single step forward.

The old man. Yeah... he had a very stony look on his face; it seemed to me as if he hated life. He probably had no one to care for him or look after him, maybe thats why he looked so lonely.

He wore a tattered dhoti and a shirt. He limped to the pole, rested for a while and then entered the room. He knew it would be real hard for him to get up if he sat down, so he remained in an upright position. The old lady, seeing all this, and overwhelmed by pity, simply told him that he could go next; she would wait. She was truly helpful. His expression remained the same, and even though he dint show gratitude, I could sense it. Maybe. Not.

I pitied the guy so much; he seemed grief-stricked, but somehow seemed to have hardened himself, jus like a coconut shell. His face showed NO grief or pain, jus a strange loneliness.

Ironically, the couple hadn't even noticed him. They were still talking, in the same hushed tones.

The woman and her daughter were, in plain words, horrified. The lady was appaled, because she was probably a huge snob who did not want to see some poor old guy in a clinic.

*distorted views*

While all of us were waiting, the old man himself started speaking to break that eerie silence. "The doctor gave me some medicines; you know, those 'high power' ones. Their side effects must be the cause of my illness", said he. She nodded, and smiled a quiet, understanding smile.

Finally, some person came out of the room and the old man slowly trudged in. He didn't come out for a long time. Everyone outside was getting restless, especially the lady. She shot a "its-because-of-you-that-I'm-getting-late" look at her. The old lady was smarting under her angry gaze. She quickly took a newspaper and pretended to read it, to hide her embarrassement.

After some time, the man came out. the woman stood up, and walked inside before the old lady could. The old lady just sighed and sat down again to wait.

The couple was still talking. I'm sure they hadn't the slightest idea of what had been happening all this time.

The old man, walked out, givin a disgusted look to the lady who whipped past him. I watched him slowly limping away into the darkness.... till the faint outline of him leaning on his supporters vanished.

The old lady went inside as soon as the the other lady came out. Shortly afterwards, I went in.

The couple had to be Asked to go inside, they were so engrossed in their conversation.

Afterward, while walking back to the car, me and my dad, we saw the old lady knocking on a green door. The place had a haunted look about it; it was deserted and... forlorn.

The man was nowhere to be seen.

So yeah. I never saw the man again, and probably never will. But... there was this look on his face... this haunted look that I'll never forget.

Even though two years have passed since I saw the old man, I can still recount ever little detail accurately.
Its been etched in my memory. Literally.

"I cried because I had no shoes. Until I saw a man who had no feet"



P.S.: to be edited n improved upon.

I'm the Garbage Girl! =)

You'll live in a shack. You make $100.00 a year. You don't own a car. Your job will be either ice cream vendor or garbage person. Your husband/wife: Fairly old, and very serious. There will be too many kids that you can't handle. Because of a disease, you will die when you're 50. But you'll make it to heaven!


^^ I dint say that. Facebook does. :D

You see, I tend to believe these fortune waale things. So yeah, guess what??!
I've ALREADY decided how I'm gonna earn money Nevertheless :P



Case I: If I become an Ice cream Vendor...
I'll earn money by sueing people. Its pretty easy, coz I already asked an e-pal to be my lawyer. For free.
I'll probably give him and his family ice cream forever. For free obviously. :D
Point is, I'll sue people from orkut for posting celebrity ke pics (which is outta bounds, ya know)
If that doesnt work out, I have my brilliant gonna be lawyer friend to work out some case :D :D

Case II: If I becomne the garbage girl :D
I've already managed to rope in a few people (with similar fortunes) with me, in the garbage business.
We'll be called the Garbage Gang! B-)
We'll merge all our businesses, and start living in a mansion and bloody donate to charity!

Note: If people with similar fortunes wanna join the Garbage Gang, you guys always welcome :)

And all those people who got the you’ll earn a million dollars fortune are UNwelcome!! X-(
I'm SO darned envious X-(

But don't worry, I'll make sure The Garbage Gang buys ALL those mansions in which they're gonna live SECLUDED with jus ONE kid :|

MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! :D