Sunday, May 22, 2005

The Weird Trio at Work

I guess it’s about time I continued with my account about the weird trio. So what did we really do? Not much really. Just stuff that any normal human being would be way too embarrassed to do in public. For example, we would sing in the worst way possible (once we were actually asked by a junior kid if we were anti-choir), or dance, or advertise Mr. Magician’s strip shows. Some of my worst memories would be sponge fights and spit fights between Mr. Magician and Miss. Reddy with me sitting between them. No points for guessing who brought home a shirt stuffed with sponge or who got the wettest with, yuck, spit. I guess the best part about us was that we didn’t really care what people thought about us as long as we liked each other. That was all that mattered.
Now that I come to think of it, I can’t really count a lot of separate incidents about what we did. It’s just that each and everyday in the bus was absolutely loads of fun, and if you spend two hours a day laughing, then it pretty much makes you day.
The three of us loved making fun of each other too. What with Ms. Reddy being a poor baby and having a boo boo, or Mr. Magician turning into a total majnoo. (Don’t read on expecting to find stuff I was teased about, I’m not stupid enough to actually write that!) But we were there for each other when times were bad too. Seeing that I’m getting into a slightly senti mood, I would like to take this rare opportunity to thank these two friends for being there when I was feeling low and always trying their best to make me feel better, even if their attempts made me feel worse.
But of course, all good things have to come to an end. No, I’m not talking about my unusual senti mood, I meant the weird trio. Mr. Magician, by virtue of being the oldest among us, was the first to pass out, and leave the trio. As a parting message to him, I would like to say, best of luck with Lalita…..
Still to come:
The weird Duo
The Weirdo

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Practical Application

I’m sorry that I’m putting up stuff by other people, but I’m a little busy. Don’t worry, I’ll be a back in two weeks time…so beware! Anyway, till then, this is a cute poem. Milo…even you can’t hate it!

Practical Application
He’s teaching her arithmetic,
He said it was his mission,
He kissed her once, he kissed her twice, and said,
"Now that’s addition."
And as he added smack by smack,
In silent satisfaction,
She sweetly gave the kisses back and said,
"Now that’s subtraction."
Then he kissed her, she kissed him,
Without an explanation,
And both together smiled and said,
"That’s multiplication."
Then Dad appeared upon the scene and,
Made a quick decision,
He kicked that kid three blocks away,
And said, "That’s long division!"

By:
Dan Clark

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Why Girls like Guys

I'm sure that most people have already read this somewhere or the other, but I think it's really cute. Ithought I'd put it up. Tell me if you agree with it or if you have your own thing to add...

Why Girls Like Guys
1. The way they always wear their favorite cologne (which happens to be the one that you bought them for their birthday)
2. The way the run their hands through out hair
3. The way that they look at you and you want to die right then and there
4. The way that they casually put their arms around you
5. The way that they kiss away your tears
6. ...and the way that they then get mad at how they can't make your problem go away
7. The way they show off around their friends, even though you both know that you would love them even if they missed a basket or two
8. How there eyes light up at the result of 3 hours of preparing for your date
9. How they always know just what to say to make you blush
10. How they sometimes think that they know just what to say to make you feel better, even if you think that it is the worst thing that they could say
11. The way they hold you close when you are cold 1
2. How they look at you when your mad at them and all your anger melts away
13. How they always smile when you are together
14. The way that they always let you win any game that you play together
15. ... and then when you point that out to them they pretend to not know what you are talking about
16. The way that they smile at you
17. The way that you feel when they call to apologize after you had a big fight
18. The way that they say I love you
19. The way that they say I love you in front of their friends
20. The way that they touch and hold you so gently, like they are afraid that they will break you 21. The way that they kiss you 22. The way that they open their arms to you when you are crying 23. The way that they never admit that you hurt them 24. The way that they try not to cry when they are afraid that they are losing you 25. The way that they think that they are your big protector, even though you think that you are theirs
26. The way that they say I miss
you, even though they hate to admit it
27. The way that you miss everything about them when they are gone
28. The way that they remember your special moments, or aniversaries when you think that they forgot
29. The way that they apologize when they do forget 30. The way that they comfort you when you have a bad day
31. The way that you can't wait to get home and tell them all about your day
32. The way that they write you love letters even if they think that it is uncool
33. How they would rather be with you then their friends sometime
34. How you want to hug them even th
ough they are all sweaty
35. Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without a trace of sound, you know that your own life is inevitabley comsumed within the rhythimic beatings of his heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing a feeling, that is only felt.

Why Girls like Guys

I'm sure that most people have already read this somewhere or the other, but I think it's really cute. Ithought I'd put it up. Tell me if you agree with it or if you have your own thing to add...

Why Girls Like Guys
1. The way they always wear their favorite cologne (which happens to be the one that you bought them for their birthday)
2. The way the run their hands through out hair
3. The way that they look at you and you want to die right then and there
4. The way that they casually put their arms around you
5. The way that they kiss away your tears
6. ...and the way that they then get mad at how they can't make your problem go away
7. The way they show off around their friends, even though you both know that you would love them even if they missed a basket or two
8. How there eyes light up at the result of 3 hours of preparing for your date
9. How they always know just what to say to make you blush
10. How they sometimes think that they know just what to say to make you feel better, even if you think that it is the worst thing that they could say
11. The way they hold you close when you are cold 1
2. How they look at you when your mad at them and all your anger melts away
13. How they always smile when you are together
14. The way that they always let you win any game that you play together
15. ... and then when you point that out to them they pretend to not know what you are talking about
16. The way that they smile at you
17. The way that you feel when they call to apologize after you had a big fight
18. The way that they say I love you
19. The way that they say I love you in front of their friends
20. The way that they touch and hold you so gently, like they are afraid that they will break you 21. The way that they kiss you 22. The way that they open their arms to you when you are crying 23. The way that they never admit that you hurt them 24. The way that they try not to cry when they are afraid that they are losing you 25. The way that they think that they are your big protector, even though you think that you are theirs
26. The way that they say I miss
you, even though they hate to admit it
27. The way that you miss everything about them when they are gone
28. The way that they remember your special moments, or aniversaries when you think that they forgot
29. The way that they apologize when they do forget 30. The way that they comfort you when you have a bad day
31. The way that you can't wait to get home and tell them all about your day
32. The way that they write you love letters even if they think that it is uncool
33. How they would rather be with you then their friends sometime
34. How you want to hug them even th
ough they are all sweaty
35. Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without a trace of sound, you know that your own life is inevitabley comsumed within the rhythimic beatings of his heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing a feeling, that is only felt.

Friday, May 06, 2005

Lesson Learnt

WARNING!! THE FOLLOWING BLOG IS LONG. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I WILL NOT BE PAYING FOR ANY ASPIRINS!

Mum grunted as I pulled her out of bed at 4:30 in the morning. She just could not understand my excitement and nervousness over doing something she did everyday. As it turned out, we needed every bit of the next one and a half hour to wrap the never-ending cloth around me. There were problems unlimited – due to my being tall, the sari had to be tucked in just the right length, so that it doesn’t become short, ("No high heels!" my mother warned, admiring her work of art at finally tucking in the cloth without my ankles showing). On top of that we had the usual arguments of where the sari should start, mum wanting it like hers, me going in for a more Britney Spears look and making sure it was way below my belly button. 60 minutes and several hundred arguments later (including scolding me for the fact that I just don’t wear any jewellery) I was finally ready. As it turned out, that was the easiest thing I did all day.

Somehow, after a lot of tumbling over my own sari and screaming at every kid in the bus who came anywhere near me, I finally reached school. And that’s when it really hit me – I was a teacher for the day. My juniors, who were my friends till yesterday, were my students today, and would go to any end to make my life miserable. I grimaced at the memories of the hard times we had given our seniors on the previous teachers days. And the knowledge that I was the bakra for the day, didn’t make me feel any better.

The day began with the assembly, where neither the students nor the student teachers actually listened to anything (this obviously does not include Bax, Nima and a few others, who somehow manage to stay awake during these things). First half of the function we spent looking at all the other student teachers and commenting on how pretty or more often, how ‘eewwweey’ some people were looking. Of course, our teachers were doing the very same thing, and when we went to five our flowers to them, some even commented on our appearances. But the one thing that amused me a little was this look in all of their eyes, a look that I just could not place. Was it happiness, or relief, or simply amusement? I had no idea.

And then the first bell rang and all of us hurried (as much as we could, without falling with ten bed sheets wrapped around us!) to our classes. Me? Well I didn’t have any classes till the end of the day, so I just roamed around with friends, took photographs and enjoyed myself. There were of course lively incidents like taking snaps in Bose’s office, or eating frozen Frooti, and of course trying to figure out how to tie back Mansi’s sari after it got open from the wrong end. The didi from the kitchen helped us out and Mansi ended up having a sari which was 5 inches too short. So we spent another fifteen minutes trying to figure out how to untie it and then tie it back again!

Then at last, the dreaded moment came. I had a double period with the commerce section, easily classified as the most notorious section of that batch. I knew that teaching them economics wasn’t going to be an easy task. Needless to say, I really didn’t get anything done in that hour. The fact that the teacher gave me the wrong syllabus didn’t really help. So we just ended up chatting. Somehow the final bell for the day rang, and I daresay that I ran out faster from that classroom than any of the kids!

The day had finally ended, and here were the results of me and my friends – we were dead tired, our sandals were hurting us like crazy, our saris were at all levels, and we just didn’t care! I suddenly had a newfound respect for all my teachers. I looked at them admiringly as they came back into the school, and I saw that expression on their faces again. Only, this time I realized what it said, "Gotcha!"