Eureka Moments that define my life. Part II

Despite having my college's most renowned computer expert(Bill Gates resigned since he heard about my brother, you know :D) as my rakhi brother in college, and despite spending eternity on the computer, I'm a total blonde (no offence to other blondes :P) when it comes to computers. I mean, it's too confusing. Why can't they say box instead of URL? Why do they use absurd words like LAN and confuse us so much? We already have Microsoft XP, then why do we need Vista?

Anyway, I struggle and try to pave a way out of my computer fiascos. Most of the time, I don't manage to figure out things myself; it's too pissing off. Usually, I get enlightened by my fellow homo sapiens(which includes intellectuals like Peter and Nidhi). I had written a previous post on one of my most famous (on blogger world) fiascos related to my mike on my laptop (It's labelled Eureka) After the roaring success. (people still taunt me for that. I can hear their roaring laughter hitting hard in my ears. Ouch.)

Here's a much needed sequel to them, The Eureka Moments....

1) Shift plus (I can't find the plus sign on the laptop. Where the hell is it? I wasted 15 mins searching for it. Crap). So, shift plus delete makes the thing get deleted forever, rather than go to Recycle Bin. How cool is that? I opened new document folders about 20 times and kept shift plus deleting it. Hee hee hee :-D

2) Muting the mike and trying hard to speak on it. How cool is that again....

3) You can save pics from other's orkut albums simply by dragging their pics and throwing them on the desktop. I won one over Mr. Orkut what's his name. Hah.

4) Clicking the webcam on for my sister and sitting in a nice pose, waiting for her to react on how nice/bad I'm looking. Wondering for 15 mins why she isn't reacting. Then receiving an angry message from her saying my webcam shows blank screen. Realizing after 15 more minutes that the cap of the webcam is still on it.

5) You can actually display (show off) whatever song you're listening to as your gtalk status message. The only fucking part is people on your list, whom you have added just because they are from your college, and then pretend they don't exist (and vice versa), message you asking you to send the song to them. That too, on my horrible net speed connection in the hostel. Dammit.

6) You can use the print button (which remains dusty half the time since it's not used and it's in the top portion. Poor thing, no one touches it. I even feel bad for the keys X,Q and Z because no one touches it.) Ya so, you can use the print button to get a print view of your desktop screen. I used it when I did the desktop story tag.

A Tearful Petition, A Dad Joke and An Equally Tearful Goodbye.

----------->Dear Ekta Kapoor,
This is a petition to request you to stop the strike and telecast your serials again. My holidays do not seem like holidays. They are torture. I'm bored of MTV, who's roadies are worsening, series, after series (My personal view, don't mind) and Channel V (Yeah, it's still okay) and the stupid Gujarati Local Channel even though they play Bachna ae haseeno songs 20 times a day. But nothing beats the entertainment your serials provide. Please please come back, I miss you. It was miserable enough, the way Kyunki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi ended (Parvati bhabhi of Kahaani Ghar Ghar Ki has Karan and Nandini's child, Parth. Can you believe it? :-O)
I didn't even like the way Kahaani Ghar Ghar Kii ended. Hope there is a sequel to it. You can stop wasting your energy on your Mahabharat serial- that really sucks :-(
I guess I've said it all. Please come back.
Regards,
Your fanatic :-)

--------------> A Dad Joke. (Read the label of Dad Jokes to understand what they are) I told my dad about the guys in the hostel, boozing after exams as a celebration. Dad grins and says, "Booze is the secret of their energy."
Hahaha :-D

------------> I'm interning in Delhi for a month. So, I'll be pretty irregular with the blog. You had better miss me. I'll definitely miss my blog and miss reading your blogs :-(

p.s- Write your 'goodbyes' and 'we'll miss you's asap, since I won't be able to check my blog from Delhi :-P

Third Taggie Waggie :-D

Lifted it from Ne's Blog. You can check Ne's Blog out from my Blogroll list, I don't know how to give her blog's link over here when you click on her name (if you know what I'm trying to say)

You people have to fill this questionnaire in the comments section. \:D/ (I'm obsessed with the dancing smiley, forgive me)

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. Something I have and YOU want?
4. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
5. Describe me in one word.
6. What was your first impression of me?
7. Do you still think that way about me now?
8. What reminds you of me?
9. If you could give me anything what would it be?
10. How well do you know me?
11. How do you see me in the future?
12. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?
13. Are you going to post this in your blog and see what I say about you?

Please, please put it on your blog too, so that I can do it again and again and again :-D
\:D/ Yahhhhh !!!!!!!

A Tribute to my Blogger F.R.I.E.N.D.S

When I'm low, no one's there,
When I'm high, no one cares,
When you least expect it, comes someone in your life,
To be with you, in each and every strife,
They are my friends on the blogosphere,
Each one of them, a gem, so dear.

My favourite, the cutest of them all,
Is Peter, with whom I always have a ball,
My soul sister, who's after the same guy as me,
She's Trinaa,"Oh Ranbir!!", we say we glee,
There's Nidhi, who's always shopping or cooking,
Abhinav's tongue cannot stop working,
Sia's crazy, completely wild,
PJ, who's more mature than me, even if she's just a child,
Alex Paul, a great writer, keeps me entertained,
HP, who's good at computer things, leaves me dumbfounded,
Raka, who is wicked, always upto some fun,
With Harshita, her number one. (KIDDING!)

These are my friends, now blogroll them before it's too late,
I guarantee, they'll make your best mate!!

P.S- This poem was written under immense frustration and irritation. Guests had come over at 10 in the night and were there till midnight. I thought I could shower them with my mesmerising presence and a quick Bolt types speech(Arre, that guy who got fastest running record in Olympic Games :D):-"Hello Aunty,How are you, I'm fine,Happy New Year(Gujjus have their New Year now)"and flash my 1000 watt fake smile and bury myself in the computer. But Alas. The guests had come to learn from my Dad about this invention by Charles Babbage. My Dad, the know-it-all,can stop me from watching K serials at 10 in the night and can give me a lecture about using the computer after 11 in the night and not sleeping early, but he could teach the guests shit on computer till midnight. Sigh. Life is unfair. I locked myself in my (and my invisible sister's) room and fumed.

I missed my blog and my comments (which were actually becoming 30+ per post.Wow) Hence, this poem, dedicated to my bloggie friends :-)
-I wanted to rhyme Raka with Hakka Noddles which Nidhi made (What's the difference between pasta,momo and hakka noodles? I don't know :D)

-I couldn't fit in Buzzz,Sarath,pseudo intellectual and hell lot more bloggers due to lack of patience(See I was very pissed, and even this poem ain't that great, so be lucky you
are missing out :D) on my part. I shall do the honours sometime soon.

....Pierced.....

I had been dying to get my second piercing in my ears done since my 11th class, seeing the girls around me sporting 4-5 piercings on one ear. But I was too scared of the pain, and my family and friends refused to accompany me because they were not interested.
Finally, I got it done with my college friend (Bench Partner :D)It ached whenever the wind swept against my face. It ached whenever I combed my hair and accidentally brushed the comb near my ear. It ached whenever I slept (I CANNOT sleep in a straight position. That's why when I turned, my ear got screwed on either side) Soframycin was(is) my saviour as I dabbed it on every night. It still ached :-(

Responses-All my college friends thought it was cool. They thought I was brave to get it done without shedding a single tear (considering the fact that practically everyone had seen me crying after we lost the throwball match and everytime when someone shouts at me) They encouraged my plan of getting a nose piercing done.(I don't know how I'll survive. But yes. I will do it!!)

My family thought it was cool. Sister sent a message through my mom to me-
"How did you let her do it?" (Hah. Jealous brat)
"How did she do it?" (Ok, good question. A guy shot my ear with a gun. Lo Behold. There was a hole and a tingling feeling in either ear)
"How does she look?" (The usual, since hardly anyone noticed it. I had to point it out and then they reacted as if they were forced to react. Gah. People suck)

My school friends haven't yet seen it. But they think I'm starting to behave like those hi-fi people we have in college. (No!! I'm still a desi girl who prefers using "abbe saali, what's up be?" instead of "what's up,bitch?")

Present Status: Single. :P Ok, bad one. So, exactly a month is over since I pierced it. FYI, after you pierce it, you are supposed to wear the screw that they shoot you with, for the next 15 days. After 15 days, I slowly removed the screws. Both of them were bloodied. YUCK.I didn't wear anything since it was aching a lot. On the 26th day, it suddenly struck me that I have a second piercing and I need to do something about it. The next day was Tamilian Diwali, and what a day to discover that one of my piercings had closed. Sob. I ran to BP and she consoled me. I had to pierce it again myself. I waited for Tamilian Diwali and Diwali to get over. On 29th, I took my ear ring and pierced it again and brought it out. No, I didn't shout. Bloodied again. Ewwwwww.

In short, all my 4 piercings are in a fine condition, although it still aches. Now, I ask you, guys and girls. IS IT WORTH IT?
p.s- I know, the title of the post sucks. Couldn't think of anything better!!!