Manic Monday..!

hello ppl...m soo tired right now and just wanna sleep..but unfortunatly cant..:(
I had a very loooooong day today..I hate Mondays..i just wanna shift+Delete it from our calenders..

Last nite..we went to 4500 miles to have dinner coz half of our housemates had already eaten their dinner...so we were left with no choice...either to cook smthn or go out...we opted for going out...and end up forking 70 pounds from our pocket....Gosh it was EXPENSIVE..

I slept at 2 am at nite and woke up at 7 am to do my regular puja..thn set the alarm for 7:50..woke up again...got ready nd went to the bus stop.. It was freezing outside..everything was frozen and become white..i loved it..:)

Went to Uni at 9..had pinapple juice and cereals in breakfast..thn pasta in lunch..yummy..i loved it...I kept looking at my watch to see if its 5..i was so tired after all the work..finished 80 books today..:( how boring..

At 5 i was so happy to feel the fresh air and watching ppl going home..or kids laugning...I prefer walking while going bk home...My Uni is 3.5 miles away from my home and it takes me 50 mins to reach..phew..! The moment i came in i had to start my work that i have been doing for my company..while working i was just thinking what a stupid life i have..i cant do wt i want..i dnt wana work at this time..huh!.but no choice...a frend called from india..thank god smbody called...:)

it was my turn to cook dinner for everyone today but i was so friggin tired..i just wanna take shower and lie in my bed..:(..but...
i made baigan ka bharta and rotis for everyone..had dinner..nd m cursing my fate...as i still cant sleep till 1:30 coz of my wrk..huh!...wt a miserable life..but m still hoping for something gud to come my way..

alrite guys..thats all for today..will update u guys tomorw..till thn cheers!
Gud nIte!

Boring Sunday

Sorry guys..m too lazy to write smthing..:( a typical me...Well today since i woke up i had this feeling of writing smthn...so here i am trying to put together my thots and things i have done today.

I woke up at 9 i suppose with the noise of my frend tushar who was waiting for jasneet to come out of the restroom so he can go and get ready..Well its the same story all the time in my house. One restroom and 8 ppl...phew..u must be wondering how on earth 8 ppl can fit in a small house..mmm… we are..Struggling to fit in a house of 5 rooms..i dnt wana get myself started on the condition of my house..its way too dirty to describe...

nyways coming bk to my routine today..woke up and looked out of my window and it was a sunny day...beautiful sunny day when i want to go out and feel the warmth of sun rays on my face..but i know nothing of that sort is gonna happen today as Tush is leaving for US..:(

i watched him packing his stuff and thot of calling my mum as i dnt have balance in my cellphone..so called it from tush's phn..spoke to her and as usual..i end up cribbing..y my mum never take care of herself..Thn called karan to wish him happy birthday again..it was a nice chat that ended up he scolding me on somthing stupid..

It was 10:30 i suppose whn i woke up....grabbed my tracks and went out to c tushar off for heathrow airport..not to mention i dint brush my teeth..:(..came bk and i didnt know wt to do..so came bk to my lappy and checked email, scraps on orkut..i was very happy about the pics we clicked last nite..it came out so gud..i kept admiring my self....self obsessed..;)

I was thinking of doing smthn but too lazy to get out of my bed nd i didnt realise when i fell asleep while thinking wt to do...woke up at 4..still confused of doing wt so i piked up my lappy and started writing..alrite..thats all for today..Will try to write smthn tomorrw...

ciao buh bye..!

Will you be my friend?

It was 9 am and one could hear roaring from Mishraji's house. Knowing that Mishraji is rather anti-anything-that-growls (read animals, particularly pets), one wondered what was the cause and who was growling. The scene was unfolding on the verandah, which was funny because Mishraji has always believed, "Dirty linen is for private washing madame, else you will write about it." Well, he sure thinks HE has an interesting life! Anyway... so the scene was such that Mishraji was bellowing at his youngest son (not the one who recently got married). Apparently Mishraji wanted his son to "get out" of Orkut, Facebook, Hi5, Linked.In and every other possible social networking site. The son was roaring because while he had agreed to pull out his profile from Orkut, he wasn't ready to give up on the others.
"But Daddyji, it's my social life!" he roared.
"Nonsense. You are always sitting on the Internet. What social?" bellowed Mishraji.
"That's how you meet people in this world!" son roared.
"All those people who will kidnap you and ask me for Rs 2 crore," supplied Mishraji and for a minute one panicked, wondering if he perhaps reads ibnlive.com...
"Arre Daddyji, no one will kidnap me. They know you don't have so much money," countered son.
"Yes but if we mortgage the house...?" replied Mishraji at which the son looked at him incredulously.
Then pointing at yours truly said, "Even she uses social networking sites. It has not harmed her. Ask HER!"
"Madame," asked Mishraji and his tone told one that unfortunately his earlier-target-for-the-day has just shifted from son to me. "Do you do social networking?" One would have launched into the benefits of social networking when Mishraji added, "I know, I know. You work in the Internet, sitting, typing all day. You would want everyone to become like you. But hamare zamane main bhi dosti hoti thi, and we didn't need Internet and our friends lasted for years and did not kill."
Before we could argue, gentle Mrs Mishraji steppedout of the house with chai for Mishraji. "Have you checked your computer-letter? Didi has written anything?" she asked of the Youngest Son. He pointed to Mishraji and said, "I will read if Daddyji will let me log on without standing behind my back, staring into my monitor... He thinks I am going to be kidnapped!" "Uff, kya bolte hain aap!" she scolded Mishraji rather sweetly and in the hato-ji sort of way that had both Mishraji and me blushing. While it was a romantic blush for Mishraji (one was shocked to see it), yours truly was blushing because tenderness in an aged couple is very heart-warming... and a very private interaction to observe. The older generation is not the "likes public displays of affection" sort, you see.
And as one still-grappled with the idea of a romantic Mishraji - the US of A had done something to him - Mrs Mishraji continued, "Arre, you worry just like that. Children today can decide for themselves. Yes, some of them... I wish, understood more and were more careful; but they are a thinking generation. And then, we are there to tell them right and wrong..." At that the son winked at me, smiled at his mother and without so much as a glance at his father, ran inside. His mother followed, smiling.
Mishraji stood there with his chai, looking thoughtful. "But batate kahan hain... They don't talk to us. If we knew the problems, we could help. But they don't talk to us anymore... They social network and make killing friends. The Internet took our kids," he said and shaking his head walked away.