Here's to a year of Uni. - 8th May 2013

It's been a freaking year already. Either time has dilated in my head or im just growing wonderfully old.  Well, with one year of University already behind me (despite the fact that the last day of the 12th Boards is fresh in my mind like it happened yesterday) I guess I can safely say (notice the contradiction) that Ive learnt a lot.

Where do I begin? One year of blood, sweat and tears, mastering the art of last minute submissions ( which in Singlish is called "chionging"(v)- ability to sit overnight and work superhard to get your work done on time.), brutally honest tutors and disappointments, I learnt some major things which one only gets from taking Architecture:

1.You will never have enough time for anything

Remember that painting you wanted to finish, or that booklist you had pending? well, throw it out the

window right now coz you aint finishing nuthin'.
Same goes for your academic work as well.

Its true, be it 3 days, 3 weeks or even 3 months. You will never feel satisfied with the amount of effort you have put into your work, despite a week's worth of sleepless nights and the Dead Sea's worth of Coffee (notice the capitalization; Coffee has achieved Godly status in my books)

There is always room for improvement; however perfectly you have achieved your work, there will always be someone who is better, there is always ways wherein you can add to it.
Never stop striving for perfection.

2.Be thick-skinned

I learnt this the hard way. Tutors in Archi are brutally honest to the point of being just plain rude. Learn to take it in your stride and think of it as a suggestion to improve.
oh when it doubt, always strive to be a cat. That always helps :3

3.(stolen from my friend on fb) Duct tape and potted plants solve a lot of construction problems

Things to take away.

Passion.

 I realised how important passion is for this world to function. Having met the one person I deem truly passionate about his work I realised just how vital it is for us to do what we are doing, and do it well.

The value of friendship

I think this was my biggest fear when I entered Uni. I was scared I wouldnt make friends, or rather not make good ones. I know everyones definition of "good" differs, but atleast most of my definition was fulfilled when I met these amazing people I call my friends. Funnily enough, I was scared I would meet people not as crazy as my school friends, who are the most beautiful set of nutcases I have ever met, but this lot come astonishingly close. Cheesy one-liners, Sitcom moments and amazing memories

accumulated in this one year alone, enough to fill a book.
What use is life without madness? and Im so glad I met that requirement here too. Terrified that people wont accept me for my crazy mood swings and weird tastes, imagine my surprise and delight when I meet people here with the same obsessions of Disney and Harry Potter, major feels for Sherlock and movies in general,
Hell yeah, my seniors are freaking amazing too. Its hard not to be in awe of a bunch of people who go for Lion King 3D for someones 19th (20th not sure) birthday and still cry buckets during Mufasa's death.

Friends keep you going, they give you the moral support which your family cannot, being so far away, and hell, you become just one big HAPPY FAMILY in hostel. Something I am so thankful for.

Three words- PARTI-CI-PATION. (ok, one word) 

Participation can make you discover things about yourself that you never knew; for example, the fact that you can make friends really fast and easily, the fact that you are absolute PRO at Dumb charades and pictionary and the fact that you can imitate people really easily.
Also the fact that you love participating. This will compel you to involve yourself every single time :)
And its all worth the while.


So lets raise a glass ( pepsi, please,) to an eventful (trying to be as diplomatic as possible) year and to smooth sailing in the years to come. Thanks everyone.
 Oh and juniors, cant wait for those to arrive (*insert evil laugh here*)
    

Movies That made me think- Part 1

This week, while battling with the truckloads of work I had for studio, I had the opportunity ( I was making my model, hence I was multitasking, hence I was not slacking) to watch a few movies. Four in particular made me think a lot, and these thoughts I want to share with you here.. There will be spoilers, just warning you guys in advance. Im not reviewing these movies, only picking up on certain aspects which intrigued me. All these movies are bloody amazing, and I highly recommend watching them.
I shall be covering two movies in this post, lest I should make it so long that nobody reads it till the end. In order of my watching them-

1. Never Let Me Go (2010)- Starring Keira Knightley, Andrew Garfield and Carey Mulligan.

  

This movie, based on a novel by the same name, is centred around three friends who are from a particular school, a school created for raising children, cloned for the sole purpose of donating organs to the sick, until they "complete". 

So these kids are basically raised for slaughter. Little mercy is shown whilst they remove their organs, because they do not have the fear of losing the donor. Any organ can be donated this way. 

What scared me about this movie was the fact that it was so damn believable. It was so easy to believe that there were schools out there, cloning children, raising them to see them die before their time.
Makes you question humanity dosen't it? 

This movie also pulls in the concept of young love, and the pain of losing someone you love. also the agony of hopes crashing, that little flame which glowed inside your heart for so short a time before it is cruelly snuffed out. It also speaks of acceptance. At the end, the main protagonist (who is also narrating these incidents) has accepted her fate; and she has accepted the fact that she lost the love of her life but that she isnt far behind. 

Imagine going through your life knowing when you are going to die.  Would you make it count? 

I think the luckiest ones are the ones who die in full acceptance, without a twinge of regret or fear or happiness in the fact that they are dying. 

At the end of the day though, how much different is the life of the person you are saving? A life for a life? Is the worth of one life much more than another? How is the fate of the receiver any different from the donor's after we all "complete"? 

That is a question worth asking. 

2.An Education ( 2009)- Starring Carey Mulligan, Peter Saarsgard, Emma Thompson. 

This is a British coming- of-age tale of a sixteen year old schoolgirl who gets seduced by a man nearly twice her age. Apart from the fact that this movie would make any self-respecting parent want to lock their daughters up in their rooms for all eternity, it does raise a few thoughts.

The point is, Jenny ( Carey Mulligan) is fed up of her dreary repetitive life, days of toil to fulfill her father's dream of her getting into Oxford. She longs to see the world and experience it; the sights, the smells, the sounds, the excitement of parties, meeting famous people, going to Paris and so on. So naturally when she meets this man who can give her all these things, she falls for him. She does get to experience these things, but after they get engaged, she finds out that he is already married. Her heart is broken, and she resolves to work harder in school and university and live her life the right way,

Ok my thoughts now: Consider the title itself. There is a line in the movie wherein Jenny says " I feel old, but not very wise." implying that she has been through a lot, and the experiences she had now make her feel very foolish. But think about it, what is the value of the education she received form this experience? She was allowed to involve herself in the activities she had only dreamed of, but also learnt the pain of heartbreak and suffered for it. This experience made her wiser than school ever did. Through this experience she realises the value of school and a degree. 

There is also a scene in the movie where she is having an argument with her headmistress who says that studying is hard and boring. Jenny then wonders if the whole point of education was to be bored her whole life. 

We study so much, and do so much work everyday..All for what? If we die the moment we graduate, its the things we do before that which matter.  I may be contradicting myself at this point, but it is a question that has irked me for years.. when does all this work actually matter?  

So i guess what we take away from this is: Make your work matter. When you die, you mustn't go with any form of regret. Love your work, and love the good times, too.

Make life matter, peeps.   

Keep an eye open for Part 2 folks! It will feature The Breakfast Club and Patch Adams. 

Have an awesome weekend :) 

I take so long for inspiration

I still havent gotten any, by the way.

just writing.
well, second semester is reaching its last lap, and things have sped up, three assignments due a week, critiques every two weeks and projects to hand in. It has reached a stage wherein I have to set time aside to slack.
But hey, there are moments... right?
There were so many things I wanted to do, like start a YouTube channel to rant, as if people arent tired of hearing my voice already. I feel the power!
Im in the process of writing a  term paper with my friend. It is a quantum physics and relativity module and we have to write a story.. unfortunately it has a word limit of just 2000 words. That accounts for nothing in the literary cause. And to top it off, our preliminary idea has the potential for a novel. And I ve never had a gift for shortening sentences.

More random stuff: Listening to Les Miserables music, Disney songs with my voice bursting forth in a moment of raven-like crowing, loud enough to wake up the entire hostel. But hey, its Disney.

Just listened to the Disney parody by Jon Cozart and have by-hearted it already. Although I may question Belle's part since Beast has already turned back into a human by then. I greatly admire Jasmine's part since it really shows America's stereotyped mindset that everyone from the Middle East are terrorists.

Current book Im reading- The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand.
This book is an amazing read for the aspiring architect. There is a particular paragraph which hit my soul quite hard and it goes thus: 
 A building is alive, like a man. Its integrity is to follow its own truth, its one single theme, and to serve its own single purpose. A man doesn't borrow pieces of his body. A building doesn't borrow hunks of its soul. Its maker gives it the soul and every wall, window and stairway to express it."

There are several quotes actually, but this one remained etched in my heart. I m far from finishing it though, and might probably pen a book review soon.

Critiques did get better, mostly because I think my new tutor is nicer? I dont know. I ve noticed though that even in design, new and weird designs arent really accepted. Stick to the Status Quo, they say, even here. Is it an Asian thing? People try so hard to be like each other, blend into a colourless world, mechanically surviving each day with the enthusiasm of a dead person.. what can we make of that?

I think my random musings are at its end for today. See you later peeps. 

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Les Miserables : A musical miracle

Correct pronunciation: Leh MisErAaH (with phlegm :P) B. 

A highly anticipated one this. I saw the poster and  melted on the spot. It seemed quite impossible that a movie starring Hugh Jackman ( X-men, The Prestige), Russel Crowe (Gladiator, A Beautiful Mind), Anne Hathaway(The Princess Diaries, The Devil wears Prada) and Helena Bonham Carter ( Alice in Wonderland, A King's Speech)  could be nothing less than sensational.. and I was right.

Set in the early 19th Century, amidst the chaos of the French Revolution, while Paris was swathed in poverty and disease, it tells the story of Jean Valjean (Hugh Jackman), a convict. Having served 19 years for stealing a loaf of bread (yes, you heard right) he breaks parole and is on the run from Inspector Javert( Russell Crowe) , an officer who believed that civil and moral duties are one and the same. Valjean, under a different name, becomes a well respected and loved man who helps people to the best of his ability. Later, he gets tangled in the Revolutionary activities of that time, one whose leaders falls in love with his daughter, Cosette (Amanda Seyfried).

The movie speaks of bravery, patriotism and love, beautifully crafted and written.  

Having grown up with film adaptations of popular musicals ( Although they werent shot in my time, I'm talking about  movies like My Fair Lady, Mary Poppins, A Sound of Music and Annie ) I am no stranger to the characters randomly bursting into song in the middle of the movie. Little did I anticipate that every dialogue be in tune and rhyme, which made the audience including myself quite restless at each solo song number. The movie would have been received better if there were a few dialogues in it.
Quite impressive, however was the fact that they could incorporate two and half hrs' worth of songs ( 49 musical numbers to boot) and also the fact that they compressed one of the longest novels ever written ( 1500 pages by the illustrious Victor Hugo) into that time frame.  (Kudos to the people who wrote the stage musical)

The music gives you chills. Not only the many beautiful songs, my personal favorites being In my life , Castle on a cloud and Do you hear the people sing? but the score itself. It brought you into the essence of the time in which it was taken and pulls at your soul.
The acting was (as expected) magnificent. I m not one to get involved in a movie but this one dragged me into its storyline and I felt the misery of its characters. 

I loved Hugh Jackman here, not only is his acting top-class, but his singing also proves what a talented man he is. The story also proves that you shouldn't mess with Wolverine's life! 

Aaron Tviet as Eljolras

 I love how Helena Bonham Carter is always there to play the crazy woman, and play it to perfection. 

One part of the storyline which irritated me was the fact that the less good-looking of the two leaders( Eddie Redmayne as Marius) had two girls in love with him, while the epitome of Adonis-like facial features ( Aaron Tviet as Enjolras) died a valiant and bloody death (sigh) . Also the fact that Cosette merely had to exist to have Marius fall in love with her whereas Eponine ( played by Samantha Barks) took a bullet and died for him and still couldnt capture his affections. 

The ending would hav definitely brought many a tear to any Frenchman/woman in the audience, and it makes you feel a sense of patriotism and national identity like the people who are fighting for a better life.

Bottomline: Must watch for anyone who enjoys beautiful music and good acting. Also a must watch for anyone interested in French history and a good-looking cast ;). A small warning that the overuse of music may bore you a bit, but I feel that a small amount of boredom is a small price to pay for such raw and perfect quality. And all this for a loaf of bread! 

Ah The Weather

I am back home in Kuwait and it feels amazing! The weather is gorgeous, the kind which makes you want to sit on that special spot on the bed where the sunlight filters in, warming your face as you snuggle cozily into your oversized purple sweater and fluffy orange socks (or is that just me?) .

Already about 12 days in and I have no desire to return at this point. Not because I dont like it there, dont get me wrong, I love it back in Singapore, but for the want of better weather conditions back in the sultry place I now call home.

Let me run you through an average December day in the Lion City, in terms of the weather conditions.

9AM, a gentle pleasant breeze meanders its way through the contours of my hostel (though I would hardly know, being seldom awake at that hour having dragged my overworked butt to bed merely 3 hours earlier). At this point, you're thinking "Hey this day might actually be good'. Dont delude yourself.

Because by 12 noon satan has poured his demonic wrath upon your head in a siege of apoplectic sun-blazing rage. Searing heat and blinding sunshine is the order of the day as you get to your class half blind and sweating like crazy. ( only to later freeze in the AC blasts of the lecture theatres)

At 3PM the sky goes overcast and you are thinking "Hallelujah its gonna rain and I might actually feel good". The sky pulls a troll face and pees hot, humidifying rain on your head, not the kind that you would wanna play in, but they kind that makes you want to bury yourself in the deepest, darkest corner of your room and die a mildewy death.

By 8PM the sky is done relieving itself (yes it rains for 5 hours) and then you are left to drown in your sweat until you go to bed, which in my case is about 6 AM, so basically the best time of the day is when you are actually asleep and dont feel anything.

And there you have it.  I would like to say no offence to the people who might take offence in this post, (although i was merely stating the obvious). I love Singapore and I would never have been happier anywhere else :) .

Enjoy the weather peeps while it lasts!

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!