When no one from class turned up yesterday at college, I had little option but to go to the library for a literary escape. The long stretch of books ranging from photography to filmmaking showed little promise in its dusty covers.
Finally deciding on a book of short stories compiled by a professor from Hindu College (if my fellow Stephanians find out a book as such exists in the college library, they may burn the entire shelf altogether), I sat down to console my social longing.
The Ransom of Red Chief by O Henry happened to be the highlight of the day. It talks of two 'desparate' men who kidnap the son of a rich man in hope of a ransom to make their days easier. The whole ordeal of handling the rascal has you in splits and the end leaves a gigantic smile on your face.
A definite bookmark!

Broken wing photographed at Butterfly Park (Kuala Lumpur). Kept with its original background. Broken Wing really signifies in a philosophical sense - someone lost, unwanted, was once of significance, but no longer is..
No brushes used. Click here to check it out.

This morning, the daily doze of radio - which unfortunately has more advertisements than songs themselves - led to quite a bit of shock for me. Out of someone's wildest fantasies took birth this show called 'Meri Shaadi Karwao'.
Apparently, it calls on the young and vibrant bachelors who wish to seek their soulmate through the adventurous medium of radio. A girl started on how she would prefer a guy who is from a joint family, has a decent exterior, has major personality, humorous, fun-loving and the likes. At the end of the discussion she was mainly focusing on a handsome guy with no limitations whatsoever. A guy as such (if there exists one!) would sit around listening to the radio in order to find a wife - I think not! But Red FM definitely puts their money on it.
The show also asks the intimate details regarding financial matters and personality traits. I am really looking forward to finding out how many marriages are made on air...

We had the Parents Teacher Association's Academic Awards at school today. Yours truly, for the first time in two years - had only one award to her name - the above 85% aggregate.
Personally, it should've worked as salt on my still-fresh wounds but somehow it was taken in good spirit. The good part of the day was meeting my good friend for one last time before he embarked on his life in a new city, half scared to death thinking of all possible negative consequences.
Of course, that meant I missed college for the day - not that attending it is my strongest virtue nowadays. College apparently, has its strong downfalls and its only depressing to sit in the cafe for an entire day gluttoning my heart out. Most people at school wondered hard at why I went for a B.A. course anyway. I think they think too damn high of me.
Under wraps, but to console myself of a Stephens' course and to remind myself that I have a life beyond my sad college life - I am giving my portfolio a rebirth. Soon enough, you shall be smitten by the utter beauty of my next venture. Okay, I may be overdoing it but with a half-dead weblog like this, anything drastic is bound to bring it back to life.

I need to know this, for this has taken away my sleep at night. This has torchered my every waking moment and challenged my very existance. Those machines at McDonalds and all those funky kiddie outlets - where the motive is to catch a soft-toy with a single bang of a button, after of course letting your adjust the metal catcher left to right - do they even work?
My cousin was in town lately and he wanted to give it a shot. So the poor kid went through the turmoil of buying game coins and letting them drop into the machine, his eyes gleaming with wild excitement. Apparently, on numerous tries he realized what us adults (ahem?) have taken the liberty to assume - few things are indeed impossible. The catcher can only manage to catch a string hanging from a ragged toy and lets go of it halfway in its pursuit of making you a fool.
In the end remains a disappointed kid scheming how to manage more money for the game coins. So really - I need to know - have you ever succeeded in getting a toy from the darn machine?

"Hello?"
"Can I talk to Puneeta please?", asked a cute voice from the other end of the darned MTNL line.
"Whose this?", I asked, for the heck of it.
"Sakshi"
"She's gone out. Would you like to leave a message?"
"Oh.. she's out?" serious silence. hesitation. "When would she be back?"
"In a little while. She's gone to her friend's place, actually", I lamely retorted.
"Okay..." I think I broke her heart.
"I can give her your message. I can tell her to call you back", I pacified.
"No.. its okay. I'll call after a little time"
"Well, you can leave a message", I pushed.
"Its not that urgent"
"Umm, alright", I gave up.
"Thank You!"
She hung up.

My good deed for the day - I saved the kid from the disappointment of a wrong number. You say its not a big deal, eh? She said thank you, y'know!

I have a knack to announce the obvious every once in a while. So here we go - Today's Rakshabandhan. Since I don't have any phoren visitors on this blog (or assume I don't), I will take the liberty of giving a pass to its introduction.
However, I will not pass over my due apologies to Preet for not being there this Rakhi. I think I hear a distant - 'its OK'. Great, thats what brothers are for!
A friend suggested that since I don't really have a brother to tie a rakhi on, I should stand in the mid of the road and try tricking passerby's into it. Apparently, I told him, it would've worked out fine otherwise, only I am too good looking to be accepted as a sister on such a short notice.
Some humor on a festive day sure goes a long way...

College today was great, particularly because I didn't attend any of it. The day started with an excited rush to reach the PVR Plaza on time to catch the screening of Dhoom.
While the Plaza charges quite high for an entry, once inside, you can almost swear you've stepped into a well lighted haunted mansion. The crowd at 11:00 a.m. are the obvious date couples - obvious because they really can't stop holding hands. Dhoom in itself was a great movie, because we sincerely didn't leave a scene where we didn't have anything hilarious to say. The problem with the movie is not Esha and Rimii in bikini's, its not a plot that falters ever so often, its also not the gorgeous bikes and convertibles. The problem with the movie is John Abraham.
That man looks so darn good that you really don't care what the movie is about. From the moment he comes onscreen to the moment he leaves, all you want is more of him. And yet some more. If plans materialize, I think me and my friends would soon have Bipasha's murder to our name...