A first year girl asked me the other day, "Madhuri Ma'm (sarcasm dripped all over), were you as crazy as you are now, right from before??"
This is the answer to her question....
I had only one best friend right from 1st standard till 9th standard. I loved her and didn't want anyone else in my life. I found other girls fake and idiotic. I never found anyone else of my frequency and could never find anyone else with whom I gelled. I talked to only 2-3 other girls with whom I gelled decently. I remained shy, reserved and kept to myself. I was never caught talking in class and many people didn't even recognize my voice since I hardly talked.
But then, this girl N, shifted to my class in 8th standard. On the 1st day of 9th standard, incidentally, she sat near my bench. We started talking and hell, she was damn witty and
funny. She blabbered on and I used to put in my one liner comments here and there. She often asked me why I never talked much. She was the first one who told me I have a good
sense of humour, and I think I showed my poems to her first. She encouraged me hell lot.
All these 9 years in school, I had never talked to anyone on and on, except for my best friend and another girl. It was difficult to come out of my shell so quickly.N helped me a lot. She introduced me to her other friends. I knew 2 girls in that group and I was new to 2 other girls. Soon, we sat together during recess hours. They were (are) crazy, quirky, mad, bad, and I really loved it. It's not that I left my best friend. In 10th standard, I changed my division and so did N and my other new found friends. So, my best friend and I couldn't hang out much since we were in different divisions, different tuitions etc.
10th ended, I hadn't changed much. I never talked that much.
11-12th came. N moved to South Africa and our group was separated, everyone was scattered. We kept in touch through calls and mails. I grew closer to my school friends now.They taught me to talk. They taught me to do whatever I pleased. They taught me to be optimistic, mad, and not give a damn to anyone. They taught me to enjoy each and every moment of the present because it will never come back, and to be 24*7 obsessed with Harry Potter and hot cricketers. Also, they taught me the essence of PJ's in our lives. :-)
College started. I was now talkative and mixed around well. I wasn't afraid to throw my one liner jokes at any random Tom, Harry or anyone's dick :P
It's all thanks to N,for introducing me to J,R,NN,AR.
Thanks to my best friend, H, for sticking to me till today. This is the 15th year of our friendship, I realize....
N is coming back from South Africa, to India permanently next week. I met my other group friends today and I have never felt this happy before. Life seems perfect today even if I have exams on your head,fights in college,get rude reactions when I make MJ's (Madhuri Jokes),horrible mess food and no Rahul Dravid with me.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Some more Dad Jokes, on demand...
(Those who are new to Dad jokes, please read the label of Dad jokes and then continue reading this post)
My blogger readers have LOLed and ROLFed at my Dad jokes and merely managed a tiny smile at my jokes. No, my ego is not hurt, I am not pissed, I am not jealous. I shall keep cracking poorer than the poorest joke (anyway, its recession-heehee) till I reach his esteemed level.
Here it goes....
(Some names and situations have been changed to prevent my ass from getting kicked by my parents and then the same poor ass getting kicked by other people concerned)
1) A guy called Vikram used to work with my Dad. Another guy used to work with Vikram and they had to report to my Dad. One day, that other guy hadn't come and Vikram turned up alone.
Dad: "Oye Vikram! Betaal kahan hai??"
Lol :-P
2)A guy called Kamalpreet Puri was my cousin's friend. Whenever I met him during my summer holidays in Mumbai,he used to piss me off like anything. I used to crib to my parents everytime when we talked on the phone about him.
The night before I was supposed to come back to Ahmedabad, my mom called me and asked me if I wanted something special for dinner when I came back. Before I could answer, she giggled and Dad roared in the background.
Dad had said, "She will want anything to eat except Puri."
Hahahahaha. Right!! :-P
3)Mom had got a sticker that said "OM" at some religious function she attended. Since Peter Andre's poster already adorned my room door, but naturally, she had to put it on her bedroom door.
Dad came from work that night, and peered at the door.
He nodded wisely and said, "Now that your Mom has put OM sticker, our home will become (H)OM(E) SWEET (H)OM(E)" :-P
Now for one of my jokes. I didn't make up this one. The ones which I make up, are too...*ahem*...to put it on my blog. Shhh. Shhh. My mom reads my blog. Shhh. Angel face smiley.
Q. How do you ask the rose to go to the moon?
A. Gulab ja-mun.
:-)
An important P.S- Thank you for all the support and concern you all showed for me after my previous horrifyingly post full of sentimental shit.That post should not have happened and then again, I'm glad it happened. Yes, I will become more responsible and serious about my career and future and will not be such an emotional fool.
But Mads shall never lose her madness :-)
My blogger readers have LOLed and ROLFed at my Dad jokes and merely managed a tiny smile at my jokes. No, my ego is not hurt, I am not pissed, I am not jealous. I shall keep cracking poorer than the poorest joke (anyway, its recession-heehee) till I reach his esteemed level.
Here it goes....
(Some names and situations have been changed to prevent my ass from getting kicked by my parents and then the same poor ass getting kicked by other people concerned)
1) A guy called Vikram used to work with my Dad. Another guy used to work with Vikram and they had to report to my Dad. One day, that other guy hadn't come and Vikram turned up alone.
Dad: "Oye Vikram! Betaal kahan hai??"
Lol :-P
2)A guy called Kamalpreet Puri was my cousin's friend. Whenever I met him during my summer holidays in Mumbai,he used to piss me off like anything. I used to crib to my parents everytime when we talked on the phone about him.
The night before I was supposed to come back to Ahmedabad, my mom called me and asked me if I wanted something special for dinner when I came back. Before I could answer, she giggled and Dad roared in the background.
Dad had said, "She will want anything to eat except Puri."
Hahahahaha. Right!! :-P
3)Mom had got a sticker that said "OM" at some religious function she attended. Since Peter Andre's poster already adorned my room door, but naturally, she had to put it on her bedroom door.
Dad came from work that night, and peered at the door.
He nodded wisely and said, "Now that your Mom has put OM sticker, our home will become (H)OM(E) SWEET (H)OM(E)" :-P
Now for one of my jokes. I didn't make up this one. The ones which I make up, are too...*ahem*...to put it on my blog. Shhh. Shhh. My mom reads my blog. Shhh. Angel face smiley.
Q. How do you ask the rose to go to the moon?
A. Gulab ja-mun.
:-)
An important P.S- Thank you for all the support and concern you all showed for me after my previous horrifyingly post full of sentimental shit.That post should not have happened and then again, I'm glad it happened. Yes, I will become more responsible and serious about my career and future and will not be such an emotional fool.
But Mads shall never lose her madness :-)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
It's 2009. Naah, it's not at all fine.
Every New Year has been the same for me. Nothing unusual at all. But this time, the beginning of 2009 itself, has brought me a zillion questions. For which I have to find an answer.
Why is it that when you get really close to a person, it’s only then you realize you shouldn’t be close to them and remain detached for your own good? But then, it’s too late to go back. And you think everything happening is wrong, when it actually feels right when you do it.
Resolution: Be less emotional and don’t think too much.
When will I ever make up my mind about what I want to do in life? I’m studying law, in my 6th semester, and I’ve got only 4 semesters more and then I’m blessed with a B.A.L.L.B degree(That is, if I don’t flunk. This semester is scaring me. Company Law, Transfer of Property, Family Law. Damn, I’m already getting goosebumps.) I have to study well and get a good G.P.A this semester otherwise I’m screwed. Also, I have to make up my mind whether I should pursue law or journalism or anything else.
Resolution: Will decide my career by June 2009 and will study well and not waste time over unnecessary things and people.
Why have I wasted 19 years in screwing my own life and despite knowing it, not doing anything about it? My parents slog their ass off just for my sister’s and my future. My sister is giving it back by getting good results and hell; she’s also working part time now. My immaturity and carefree attitude resulted in more pain for my parents and sister.
Resolution: Will grow up and become serious and not take things lightly.
That doesn’t mean I will stop having fun. :-P I guess I should maintain a balance between the two. 2.5 years left before my college ends and I am not going to waste a minute of them.
Also, will stop abusing. Okay, rather, cut down on the abuses. Will continue cheering for Team India and praying for Rahul Dravid. Will pray Deepika and Ranbir don’t get married.
On a serious note, I know resolutions are meant to be broken, but I have to stick to them, if I need to mend my ways especially when I’m going to turn 20. Which means I’m a big, big girl now.
P.S- This was so unlike a usual Mads post, but had to speak my mind. :-P
Why is it that when you get really close to a person, it’s only then you realize you shouldn’t be close to them and remain detached for your own good? But then, it’s too late to go back. And you think everything happening is wrong, when it actually feels right when you do it.
Resolution: Be less emotional and don’t think too much.
When will I ever make up my mind about what I want to do in life? I’m studying law, in my 6th semester, and I’ve got only 4 semesters more and then I’m blessed with a B.A.L.L.B degree(That is, if I don’t flunk. This semester is scaring me. Company Law, Transfer of Property, Family Law. Damn, I’m already getting goosebumps.) I have to study well and get a good G.P.A this semester otherwise I’m screwed. Also, I have to make up my mind whether I should pursue law or journalism or anything else.
Resolution: Will decide my career by June 2009 and will study well and not waste time over unnecessary things and people.
Why have I wasted 19 years in screwing my own life and despite knowing it, not doing anything about it? My parents slog their ass off just for my sister’s and my future. My sister is giving it back by getting good results and hell; she’s also working part time now. My immaturity and carefree attitude resulted in more pain for my parents and sister.
Resolution: Will grow up and become serious and not take things lightly.
That doesn’t mean I will stop having fun. :-P I guess I should maintain a balance between the two. 2.5 years left before my college ends and I am not going to waste a minute of them.
Also, will stop abusing. Okay, rather, cut down on the abuses. Will continue cheering for Team India and praying for Rahul Dravid. Will pray Deepika and Ranbir don’t get married.
On a serious note, I know resolutions are meant to be broken, but I have to stick to them, if I need to mend my ways especially when I’m going to turn 20. Which means I’m a big, big girl now.
P.S- This was so unlike a usual Mads post, but had to speak my mind. :-P
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