Pack, girl.

Staring at my room, turned upside down in my desperate attempt to find a minute object which I havent used but would probably need to in the near future, and trying to figure out how to compress a room into a bunch of boxes and suitcases, I turned on my arsenal of Disney music. (long sentence :O)
I call it arsenal because it arms my moods to face the day ahead. Anyway, "Mine"" (click the link to listen to it) from Pocahontas started playing, and I found myself singing along, spontaneously changing the lyrics to suit my situation.. This is what I came up with.

  The fields of Hiroshima,
the battles at Puerto Rico,
will seem like mere playgrounds,
by this time tomorrow.
The stuff you find here,
if ever to be found.
oh with all in ya girl,
pack up your room, girl.

Pack, girl, pack all your stuff
and dig, girl, dig through this crap
Grab a broom, girl.
you;re doomed girl,
lest you get this mess,
get this loverly mess cleaned up.

Pack pack and packety pack..
hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny.
oh how I hate it!
hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny.
there are heaps of it and I am on top of this heap!

My parents back home, oh how they worry
see how they squirm
my room looks like a quarry.
The cleaners hate what they see,
the management will throw me,
they ll quarantine me!

Pack girl, pack everything,
pack this stuff until its sparkling.


Pack pack and packety pack..
hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny.



All of my life I have searched for a bag like this one!!
A wide or more spacious bag I couldnt desire!
Hundreds of compartments await and I dont plan to miss one!
This room I can tame, if this bag I can claim!
This bag will one day be MINE!!!
MINE!
MINE!

Pack pack,pack  and packety pack..(3)

Keep on working girl! Dont keep shirking girl!
Pack pack,pack  and packety pack..(3)

Nearly time

First semester is getting over...Already?
My classes have finished, my final crit is drawing to a close.. (yes I am blogging from crit) and my tickets are booked.
I cant wait! Just the final exams to survive.. shouldnt be too hard right?
This vacation is the time to recuperate and reset myself, a time to reflect and improve, to look back on the semester (which wasnt so great) and think of ways to begin the next one.
Still a long way to go.
Cant wait to go home.. to sleep in my own bed, to not worry about food and to feel the love of my friends and family once more. most importantly.. To poop in my own toilet!!! yayyyy
Still 3 whole weeks to go.. so need to be patient and strong!
Ok I ran out of things to say... I shall go now. 

Tons of work.. and Im blogging

Go Figure. Mountains of submissions and a quiz tomorrow (20 % of my grade) plus a serious brain storming session required and i decide to blog after so long. Ah College.what can I say?

Despite having the incredible fortune of being good enough to get into one of the best Universities in the World ( The National University of Singapore, for those who have been living under a rock) I feel as inadequate as ever. But Im learning. Its a painfully slow process, trying to redeem yourself after one fiasco after another.
So far my worst module has been the one in which I m supposed to put in the most work. Following a particularly bad critique session wherein I actually failed to turn in an assignment, I was feeling more dejected than ever.
But following a weekend of plunging myself in "feel good" activities and intense counselling sessions ith my friends I started feeling better. Atleast I am good at writing essays.
But I am getting those feelings again. Mostly fear. And lack of inspiration. I am terrified of the outcome of this crit as I have not yet managed to come up with a brainwave. Divine inspiration just dosent come you know. I dont think  my shrunken heart ( wonderfully coupled with my shrunken brain -.-) can take another failure.
So here I sit, bunking archery class, in Starbucks, snacking on their delightful Christmas menu ( Cranberry White Chocolate Mocha, a genius of combination) and a muffin, hoping the change in location would help. So far not much. planning to sit here till I do get something.
I hope I do.

Wow.. Its been so long

College. Killing brain cells since the beginning of time.
Horribly homesick right now. I ve had such a rough week I need a month to recover.
If only going home was as simple as clicking your heels three times.. what I wouldnt give for Ruby slippers right now.
I have no right to complain, I know. I got into the most prestigious college I applied to. I feel like a small fish in an ocean and I dont even know how to swim.
I have nothing else to say.
I ll come back when I something interesting to say.

Harry Potter Exhibition!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP *fangirl scream*

I had chills running up and down my spine as I entered that hall, donned in a black witches hat, in the magnificent ArtScience Museum, Marina Bay sands, Singapore.

Anticipation building ever since I read about the Exhibition in December, I was nearly faint with excitement.  In fact, my cousin and I were considering not entering for a while, to build it up even more. But we couldn't resist, and burst in with nervous excitement.

First thing we saw was a huge model of the flying Ford Anglia, suspended from the ceiling in all its Powder Blue glory. Assuming that pictures weren't allowed from this point on, I didn't take a snap, much to my dismay when I found out later that it was allowed at the entrance.
Thats where I bought my Harry Potter Exhibition guide. An amazingly printed book with a replica of Harry's letter in the underflap.
An official gave us scarves and wands (I specifically requested Ravenclaw) and my two cousins and I took a picture in front of a greenscreen (which later became the exterior of Hogwarts) to remember our time here. I did trouble the official for a while, refusing to return the wand or the scarf, but I reluctantly had to hand it over.
It was dimly lit, and movie posters lined the walls, with the Soundtrack playing softly in the background. Heart thudding in my chest,  we entered through a fog like screen which had a projection of "Harry Potter: the Exhibition" on it.
We entered an antechamber where an official in robes and hat stood waiting, next to a stool and Sorting Hat in hand. After welcoming us and warning us that photos are strictly prohibited inside the main doors, that we were being constantly monitored by Death Eaters, (and that our muggle cameras wouldn't work anyway) she asked for a volunteer.
True Hermione style, my hand shot up before she finished the word "volunteer".(or in the words of Katniss: I VOLUNTEER!!!!!) . She beckoned me over and this was the dialogue that followed:

She: So whats your name, and where are you from?
Me: Bhavani, I m from Kuwait.
She: ooh!Kuwait! Did you come all this way for the exhibition?
Me: Pretty Much (grins)
She: So how did you get here, Broom, Floo Powder?
Me: Flying carpet (lowers voice to a whisper) I know its illegal, but don't tell anyone
She: I ll let you off this time (winks). So whats your favorite house?
Me: Ravenclaw
She: ohhhh of a sharp mind! Do you think she has the brains to get into Ravenclaw?
(my cousins snigger)
She places the Sorting Hat in my head and a voice from above placed me in...RAVENCLAWW!!
that was an experience in itself.

She then called another girl and asked her the same questions, having answered Gryffindor (as her favorite house) and failing to reply as wittingly as I had done (hem hem) she replied with a weird giggle laugh that she came by MRT because she could find the Hogwarts Express (filthy muggle). To which the girl spontaneously replied: Muggle Rapid Transport? and proceeded to put her in Slytherin for annoying her. (BOOYAH)

We entered the next room... and found a wall with screens on it, which played a video about the wonderful journey of  Potter, and the wall opened to reveal the Hogwarts Express!
At that point I had tears in my eyes, seriously missing my Best Potterhead Friend, imagining her hand in mine and our fangirl screams echoing through the halls.

The Exhibition was beyond my imagination. The tiniest details which go into the creation of the costumes and sets were astounding. Every single wand on display was unique; differently carved and coloured to suit the handlers personalities. The feel of the robes (sssh we were not allowed to touch; but couldn't resist fingering Alan Rickman's Snape robes and Tom Felton's Draco Quidditch Robes like a creepy maniac)
They had replicas of Hagrid's hut, Buckbeak, the Forbidden Forest and Umbridge's foul pink office.
They had Quidditch robes, and a game in which you had to throw a Quaffle through a hoop, and another where you could pull a mandrake out of a pot.

They had the robes of almost every member of the cast, exhibits of the Three Hallows and the 6 Horcruxes.

The gift shop was to die for. Unfortunately I had only enough cash for a Tshirt and a Chocolate Frog, and had to resist sliding pens and necklaces, not to mention wands, into my bag.

The Harry Potter Exhibition was a magical experience, a reminder of the amazing vastness of the Potter fandom that we thread in love and excitement forever more...

Always.

Home

Its been over two months and I still miss Kuwait like hell.
Oil runs in my blood. :P
I did this with clay, paint and toothpicks. Ana Kuwaiti! :D

To Do list.

Had fun today composing a To do list. Where? At the electronics store, on their brand new iPad on display. xD I probably made some poor bored blokes day. thought i d post it here.. Whatever I remember that is. Probably add some more.
This was WAY more fun than it should have been.

1.Make To Do list
2.Draft Letter to Hogwarts
3.Survive the Hunger Games
4.Kidnap Emma Watson
5.Dig To China
6.Tell kids the truth about Santa
7.Laugh manically while they cry.
8.Visit the Cat in the Hat and speak in Rhyme
9.Go to Madagascar and tell King Julien that you're "physically fit"
10.Stand outside random phone booth telling people "I m the Doctor"
11.Attend Simba's presentation.
12.Steal Nadal's Underwear and buy him good ones.
13.Tell McDonald's That you're Hating It.
14.Compliment Hitler on his moustache.
15.Ask Tarzan where he goes shopping.
16.Borrow Poseidon's trident to pick your teeth
17. Talk a whole day in a British Accent.
18.Blow a raspberry every time your teacher speaks.
19.Search for Nargles.
20.Throw a grenade at Bruno Mars
21.Set Fire to the Rain
22.Use Wolverine's claws to roast marshmallows.
23.Buy Socks
24.Learn Dancing from fireflies
25.Hug Lord Voldything
26. Hang up paintings. Use Thor's hammer to put the nails.
27.Teach Stephanie Mayer the difference between a werewolf and an animagus
28. Turn to page 394
29.Like Yoda I must talk
30. Ask Rebecca Black what day it is.
31. Learn the Moves like Jagger Whistle.
32. Hide in a closet for days and when asked where i was, answer: "Narnia beckons".
33.Turn Up the Music till the speakers blow.
34.Twirl on a random hill singing, "the hills are alive with the  Sound of Music"
35.Test Unbreakable Crockery.
36.Hand out free ice cream
37. Steal Captain Jack Sparrow's hat.
38.Find Nemo.
39.Train a Dragon
40.Make people laugh with this list. :D

Damn have a lot of stuff to do. xD

Love before marriage.. a crime?

Its time to get serious.
One problem with me is.. I am way too opinionated for my own good. I need to express my views on anything and everything. So here's today's view..

I was watching todays episode of Satyamev Jayate hosted by the ever illustrious Aamir Khan.
It was about marriage and how couples in love just face a lot of problems from society.
Indian society is screwed up. That is a fact. We are all so worried about what the neighbour would say to realise that we are eating away at our own happiness.
Ours is a society that shuns young love but will watch lusty Bollywood movies with wide eyes and drooling mouths. Hypocritical.
Is love bad? Why does society treat it as a crime?
People cant conveniently fall in love with a person from the same caste and religion. Love knows no boundaries. Disney has been emphasising this point from 1937. If a mermaid can fall in love with a human, anythings possible.
So what if shes poor? So what if hes not from the same religion? So what if shes older? the family is not accepting it? Is the family gonna live with the couple? How do you know that the person you choose would be a good person?
I do agree that eloping is never the option. You cant snub your parents who have loved you from day one for a person who has newly arrived into your life. Parents love you and want the best for you.  but a little discussion would help.

But it does not give one a right to punish the couple in question. Much less to murder them brutally. Indian law clearly states that two adults in mutual agreement can marry.
And yet we see child marriage accepted by society.
Is tradition separate from the Law? Do you disregard the law to maintain tradition? Has it ever occurred to you that tradition could be wrong and that to progress, changing it could be the only option?

I never understood the idea of arranged marriage. Does it make sense to marry and live your life with a man whom you cannot trust since you ve met him for the first time, rather than a man you have known, loved and trusted for years? But arranged marriages are accepted by society. and expected.
Sometimes an unaccepted marriage is the most prosperous. And the guy you thought was a perfect choice for your daughter could turn out to be a real douchebag.

Its sick. Not all love is sex-lust. Why is that the first thought in your head?
Broaden your minds people. The new generation seems to be more mature than you are.

Rant over.

A day in the Dentist Office

People get so nervous going to the dentist... I on the other hand was fascinated by the whole venture . Of course, if the dentist had greeted me with a humongous needle, it would have been a different story..

The whole time I was thinking about how terrible a dentist's job must be, staring into mouths, saliva flowing everywhere, not to mention the hideous bad breath the patients must have..... then again , its better than most. (one example would be a gynecologist)
I felt like Mr.Bean the whole time. Specially when she was cleaning my teeth, the weird vaccum cleaner thingamajig whose high pitched whirring noise got on my nerves. The polishing device sounded like she was taking a really tiny drill to my mouth and I was imagining hoover polishing onto the enamel so clean that she could check her reflection on it.

I suddenly started to imagine what it ll be like to be a celebrity's dentist, and to catch them in their most unflattering of positions. Imagine Shah Rukh Khan or Aishwarya Rai, Hugh Jackman or Anne Hathaway with their mouths wide open, lips flapping in the most ridiculous manner. I wonder if their dentists feel a certain position of power and how much they are paid to not click a picture at once and send it to the ravenous paparazzi waiting outside.

Yes. I am bored. But boredom makes people do wondrous things does it not?
Or is that desperation? 

Parody- Board at ICSK

Here is a parody of "Party in the USA"-Miley Cyrus I did during our 10th grade boards... over 2 years ago. Thought 'd Post it here to roll in the nostalgia :D

1.I jumped off the bus at carmel school, My nightmare coming true...
"Welcome to the land of Board excess."
I m not gonna do well.

Jumped off the bus, here I am for the First(Second?) Time
Looked to my right and I see the Hall ticket sign.
This is all so crazyyyy, Everyone seems so nerdy.
My tummys turning and I m feeling kinda Boardsick,
Too much pressure and I'm nervous.
The bus guys puts on the RADIO
And Suzaas song is heard (3)

CHORUS: So I put my hands up, turned the radio off, the butterflies flit around.
Nodding my head like this, probing my brain like this.
I put my hands up, take the paper, nothings gonna be ok.
Yeah yeah yeah... Board for ICSK.

2. Sat in the hall with my paper,
Everybody's looking at me now...
Like who's that chick who's writing lots,
Gotta be from nerdy town.

So hard, with the nuns all around me
Tis definitely not a postboard party.
Coz all I see are questions,
Did I really have my breakfast?

My tummys turning and I m feeling kinda Boardsick,
Too much pressure and I'm nervous.But when I write my Answer sheet!
The answers were all on..(3)

CHORUS: So I put my hands up, Asked for extra sheet, the butterflies never leave
Nodding my head like this, moving my pen like this.
I put my hands up ask for thread, I guess everythings ok,
Yeah yeah yeah... Board for ICSK.


3.All the papers on the floor.. (on the floor)
Missing my own school tonight.
Something stops me everytime.
The teacher takes my paper and I ll be alright.


CHORUS: So I put my hands up, ask for thread, the butterflies fly away.
Nodding my head like this, tying my sheet like this
I put my hands up,give the sheet away, I hope Im gonna be away.
Yeah yeah yeah... Board for ICSK.


I put my hands up, give my sheet away, 
The butterflies fly away.
Nodding my head like this, moving my hips again.
I put my hands up, the Boards are done, I know i'm gonna be ok.
Yeah yeah yeah
Now THERES A PARTY AT ICSK!

Goodbye just to return.

Sigh.
Its been a long month.
I ve had to say goodbye. Goodbyes suck. I havent cried enough,
Isnt it funny how friendships work?
There are some people whom you take years to get used to. There are also some people you can call best friends after a week of knowing them.
Best week of my life. Just saying.
I have left my home for good. And not a day goes b that I dont miss every particle of dust on that place I call home. I miss everything. My friends. My own bed.My friends. My schoolll (not) . My spiritual place.  My friend. BEACHES. The Laban. The Water. The weather.
The Dust. the malls. The movies. My friends. Freaking Arabic Food.
My Happy Place. My Home.
I miss you Kuwait. 

Numbness

I went back to school on Monday.
It was like walking into an alien land. No feelings. I was separate, and they were separate. No sentiments.
They wouldn't let us meet the teachers. Instead of getting respect as an alumnus meeting my old teachers with the dignity of one, I was reduced to sneaking around in my own school, very much like the days I bunked all those classes.
That final act severed all ties I had to the school I attended for over 7 years.  I entered the auditorium where I shared soo many memories of 6 years of TT training, Pantomime practice and Games periods. I felt nothing. Nada. Zip. This numbness I hope would diminish as I realise I 'm never going back.
I miss the people. But not the school/
 But as of now, I dont care.
I am Numb. Painless.

FrEeDoM!!

Ah At Last :)

Freedom is here. The feeling of relief just transcends all emotion. Funnily enough, however, I have had absolutely no inspiration since the Boards got over- but a lot of fun outings. Made friends, went crazy, ate more ice-cream than I care to admit. And it's not even been a week.
Tried to catch up on some reading. Reading the Hunger Games right now, and I have to finish it before tomorrow for the simple reason that I m watching the movie tomorrow with a big gang of friends :).
It shouldn't be too difficult. I ve finished Harry Potter in a day. This book has half that many pages.

 I like this book, but it has a few glitches. Not revealing them yet because I havent completely finished it. It dosent contain the genius of a few other authors perhaps, but the idea is brilliant. Extremely original.
This is my first post after the boards, but maaarrrkkkk myyy worrdss *dramatic voice with finger in the air*
It wont be my last.
Godd night.
May the odds be forever in your favor.

Diary of a Dark Lord- Part 1

A side of Lord Voldemort you've never seen before! Take a sneek peek into this never- before published Diary! Finally we reveal the person behind the Lack of Nose!
As you all know Voldemort (sorry- He-Who-Must-Be-Named), loved to keep a diary even in his school days.  Even though he seriously mishandled it- I think putting a part of your soul in it would count as maltreatment?- It was one of his most priced possessions. Even after he left school, and throughout his years in hiding he continued to keep a journal even though he basically had no hand to write with. So turn the page, and prepare to be amazed!.....

This Part focuses on Voldemorts school years, the time when he was a well behaved school boy with the charisma to charm even a Blast Ended Skrewt. It stops after his Downfall.
This is the First Rising of the Dark Lord.


 The Diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle /

12th May 1943
Dear Clarence,
I have found it! I have finally found the Chamber of Secrets! I almost got caught finding it though. It is in a girl's bathroom!
The Basilisk is beautiful.
I can now finish  Salazar Slytherin's noble work!
I am going to be very busy ...

Tom 

13th June 1943
Dear Clarence,
 It all wen quite wrong.. I thought killing Mudbloods would solve everything...  but this plan has backfired on me. They are planning to close Hogwarts! I don't have a home to go to. I can't return to that bloody orphanage can I? I must do something.... I know! That brainless oaf Hagrid has an Acromantula in the school.. Iwill frame him for the murder! It might save me in the process. Heehheheheehe ..Evil! I ought to go now. I think they are moving the dead  girl from the bathroom.. I haven't visited my Basilisk at all today. I must carry out my plan as well. Wish me luck!
Tom
Ps- Plan carried out! Hagrid expelled. I acquired a medal for services to the school. I am a rather happy evil boy now.

23rd June 1943
Dear Clarence,
I have had to close the Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore has been keeping an annoyingly close watch on me ever since I framed Hagrid for the murder. Its not safe for me to open the Chamber again while I am still at school.
I have had this .. obsession. I have realised how much I want to be immortal. Death is so uncertain, so frightening.. why would one need to die at all? I have been doing research about it.. and I found a term I didn't quite understand. Horcruxes.  It says something about placing your soul in an object. But I am not sure. I must speak to Professor Slughorn about it when school begins again.
Meanwhile I have been bursting to tell you about something. I 've been trying to find out about my family.. I have made a breakthrough as far as my mother is concerned  from the orphanage. I need to find out more.
....Later.....
Fury. I have never been this angry before, Clarence. I breathe heavily as I write. I hate that filthy muggle who left my mother on the streets. My witch mother who couldnt survive for me.  Yes my father was a muggle.  Filthy blood ran through his veins. I am going to kill him.
 I will kill them all.
Tom


13th September 1943
Dear Clarence,
I found out about Horcruxes. I have already created one. You Clarence. I will have to use another Diary now.
I am going to use the ring as a Horcrux as well. I want to find priceless items as my Horcruxes. I deserve nothing less!
I have also shed my Filthy Muggle Father's Name. I have fashioned myself a new name, a name I know that wizards everywhere will fear to speak when I become the Greatest Sorceror in the World! I will  rule the world Clarence! And rule it I will with and Iron Wand,no less.
I have experimented with a few names, and I have realised  that I am a genius! Obviously.
Watch this:
            TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE= I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
That is my new name. I will make sure people wont forget it.
I will rule. I will hurt people who snub me.
I feel the Power.
Voldy


20th June 1957
Dear Clarence,
My hunt for priceless artefacts has lead me to believe that the Sword of Gryffindor is still at Hogwarts.
I think I will apply again  for the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts, yes?
I already have the diadem of Raveclaw. Charmed the location out of the Grey Lady didnt I? I also have what is rightfully mine.Slytherin's locket which my mother sold for a meagre 10 Galleons to Borgin and Burkes. I also obtained the cup of Hufflepuff from a certain Hepzibah Smith.Ugh. I am quite glad I killed her.

 That is where I have been all these years. Searching.  I have begun using my new name openly. I have killed many people. They have all deserved it.
I have a lot of work to do now. Have to hide the Diadem at Hogwarts. I know a place. I am confident no one else knows about it. No one has explored to school as much as I have. Hogwarts was my home first and no one elses.
I may not write for a while. Too busy becoming The Dark Lord of the Universe. Recruiting my followers. Death Eaters I call them. Though why they wish to join when I hold all the power is beyond my comprehension. I will use them though. Very well. They are but pawns for my existance.
See you Clarence. Dont miss me too much.
Voldy



Let us now Skip to the 1980s, just before his Downfall.  He has a large army of Death Eaters, those mentioned here are Rudolphous and Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy.

30th August 1980
Dear Clarence,
  Its been so long since I wrote last! I ve been very busy. I've acquired a few new recruits, and one of them is Severus Snape. Talented boy, albeit greasy and having a very large nose. Not as good as mine though. I told him to do a little snooping around as I went on my usual rampaging , killing people who annoy me. Lucius, of course, slick long haired git as he is, is still proving useful.

later....

Clarence! Snape has just brought me ... how do I put it?.. Interesting  news. I just found a subject for a seventh Horcrux.. HEhehehehehe *maniacal laugh*.
I'll kill that child who is supposed to bring my downfall.... I'll show the world that Lord Voldemort is invulnerable, invincible and immortal!! oohh... alliteration!
See you later

Voldy

PS- Bellatrix is acting rather strange with me.. she is always swooning over me and she  follows me everywhere.... I  have to ask Rudolphous if she is on medication...


31st October 1981
Dear Clarence,
Pain...Excruciating Pain...Its not comprendable. I dont know what happened. I have no body and am currently dictating to a quill.  Pain like none ever experienced. When I made my Horcruxes I didnt think about what would happen if I actually tried to die. I thought I would just reserruct. Hmm... didnt think that one through did I? I could have been Invicible! I could have ruled the world!
Aaaaa.. This pain. My followers have left me., When I return they will all pay.
I will come back to be everybody;s favorite tyrant again.
Lord Voldemort will return. Very much alive.

I could have gotten way with it too if it wasnt for that meddling kid.. and his filthy muggle mother.

Voldy


Wait for the next part to learn more about this Enigmatic Dark Lord!!

Two weeks

Two weeks of torture done.. two weeks of torture left..
My brain's numb. Frozen.. protesting so vehemently it seems it might just murder me in my sleep.
I m getting nightmares too.
Why are the Boards always so long? Well i survived this much.. I guess I can survive the rest.
I WILL SURVIVE!!!
Lol jk. Im Gonna Die.
I have a big rant going about my Physics paper.. but too lazy to write it.. So long story short, the sadists they cal the Examinations Board decided to put all the unimportant questions in the paper us  to mock the 12months of blood sweat and tears we put into our work. in short.. @$#%$^%&^&$$^#%$Q@!!!
Thank You
I will go and curl up in in a fetal position and die now :)
I hope the rest of you are having fun.. -.-