The Date with the Future Indian cricket team star- Part 3

I'm sure all you oldies must be remembering this post of mine?
http://madhuriaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-date-with-future-indian-cricket-team.html
And all you newbies need to read Part 1 and Part 2 of this post, to be able to understand this post! :P

Guess what? I found him on Facebook! Well, not exactly his profile. His fan page! I got it through Team Punjab fan club. I was busy avoiding my projects, so something came up and I decided to google search for him again. This FB page just started, so well :D

His pic isn't that clear, but hey, something is better than nothing :P

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Preet-Kamal-Rai/139476882751258?ref=sgm&v=wall#!/pages/Preet-Kamal-Rai/139476882751258?v=info

Let's see if he ends up googling his own name and reads this post. All I can say is, hello, remember me? :P
P.S- Read the wall! He made 147*. Btw, he didnt' even lie about his birthday despite knowing he is younger than me! He was in college 1st year, studying psychology when I was in my 3rd year. He's only some months younger than me though. Oh, I should shut up now. I don't like him!

:P

365 Days.

It's been a year since the last talk,
A year since you fed the cows in the morn,
A year since we had our last walk,
A year since you fed me butter wala corn,
A year since you teased Granny as a routine,
A year since you ate oily disgusting potato chips,
A year since you gulped zillions of calcium and protein,
A year since you asked me GK riddles,
A year since you stared unblinkingly at Deepika Padukone,
A year since you were as fit as a fiddle,
A year since you fed me chocolate cones.

A year since you put up with my tantrums,
A year since you made every pain seem mild,
A year since you cheered up when I was glum,
A year since you played with your great grand child,
A year since you followed politics diligently,
A year since you discussed the future of Indian cricket with me,
A year since you flirted with Granny in front of us shamelessly,
A year since you smiled that last smile with so much glee.

I wished you Happy Independance Day when I last talked to you.

Was it a coincidence that it turned out to be the last thing I ever said to you?

Each day since then, about you, I always ponder,

It's true, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

P.S- Some newbies might not get it, so have to clarify, I guess. This post is a dedication to my grandpa who passed away a year ago. My grandmom is still alive, FYI. And yes I'm okay, just thought I should write something about him.

A Mature lesson on Immaturity.

I deleted the last post because it wasn’t a worthy birthday post, rather it wasn’t worthy of a post at all :P This is a long post, with a LOT to tell you, so read it or else click the X button and leave.

I started my final year in college this week. This is the last of the 5 years that we spent together but I felt like I was meeting them for the first time. The tension of placements and confusion of what to do after graduation is getting on to everyone. I don’t blame them, but it’s just getting depressing day by day. People glare at you if you Facebook. People stare at you if you laugh. I’m not the person to stress or to become hyper even if it means staying unemployed after graduation. I’m a practical person with almost 10 back up plans after my graduation. I know I’ll figure out something, but no one is letting me just be me. This has been a really difficult week in college…If any of my batchmates is reading this…I want you to stay cool! Or if you still want to freak out every single day till college ends…Then let me be me. You take stress, you lose hair, you get pimples and wrinkles.

I never had good friends in my life ever. I became close to my school friends only after I started my college. Even in college, I made only 3 good friends- 2 seniors and one batchmate. So in short, I do socialize, I do talk, but some friends who I think I'm close to, suddenly say they can’t stand me since I’m too immature for them!

Now, let’s make this post on immaturity. Immaturity is doing something without thinking about the repercussions? No, wait that’s being impulsive! And better be impulsive and get done with what you want to do, than be confused and ponder whether I should/could/would have done it or not. Then, let’s see...Immaturity is when you nag and crib and create a fuss about things? I haven’t even properly nagged and cried my heart out to my mom or friends when my grandpa died. Beat that! Then, hmmm…Immaturity must be when you think of your future and list out the things you want to do. Isn’t that simply being ambitious? Ok, then immaturity is when you crack PJs or laugh aimlessly. Then just look into the mirror and count how many wrinkles you have, and while you are at that, check out my dimple on my right cheek! Next, immaturity is when you randomly say nice things and are affectionate to your friends. The last time I checked, that was being expressive and…cute! And the best way to let your friend know how much you love them!

I have loads of definitions for what I think is immaturity but it’s only mature not to do that, since the real immature people are going to freak out on me if I do that ;)

Am I immature? Think again.

P.S- A quote I always quote and I want everyone who has been called immature at any point in time to use it as your defence- “Maturity is when and where to be immature.”

P.P.S- I feel like God! Happy 3^rd Birthday to my blog- Brian! This post will surely displease a lot of people, but I just want you to know…That it’s not worth it to judge a friend and simply term them as immature after a small misunderstanding or leg-pulling session. That little big thing called ego shouldn’t come in between, if you are friends.

You a South Indian?

Ok, so I'm back after ages. No net, no time blah blah, the usual happened with me. Anyway, many of you asked me to blog about my experience in Hyderabad and trust me, I had planned a lot for this yet another come back post of mine....I can tell you about the Idli wala who screamed at me for calling Kanchivaram idli as Kanchipuram idli for fun (Well, it was funny!!) I can talk about the ungrateful auto fellas who had faulty meters and treated me worse than he would have treated Osama Bin Laden, just because I wasn't from Hyd. I can make fun of the Hyderabadi Urdu- waich and itne mai-ich. I had a blast in Delhi and Mumbai but Hyderabad...not really! That one month made me feel like the outsider I was...Which I never felt in Delhi or Mumbai! Or even Ahmedabad, since I'm not a Gujarati, but people still somehow accepted me.

Why is it that we are so regionalistic? I've been brought up in A'bad, studied here and still studying in Gandhinagar. In my colony or school, people always started yapping with me in Gujarati and I replied back in pretty fluent Gujarati. But when they suddenly ask me, "Hey what's your surname?" And I say "Iyer". Their immediate reaction is "South Indian!" And they start stammering in broken English or accented Hindi. I mean, all this time they were comfortable with me talking in Gujarati, but when they found out I'm a Southie, psychologically they felt that my Gujarati sucked! Did this hurt me? This angered me!!

Whenever I go to Chennai, people are rude to me since it seems I don't look like a Tamilian. But yeah, when they find out I'm a Tamilian, they are all nice to me!!

There! I blame my own people also for this.

At my internship, my boss shoots questions like...

1) You Iyer or Iyengar? (I think I said my name is Madhuri Iyer)

2) You follow Tamil customs?(Err..WHAT?)

3) You understand Telugu?(Nope.)

4) Why don't you understand Telugu?(blank stare)

5) You should learn Telugu. (But Sir, I know Tamil, Gujarati, Hindi, English. And a bit of German. Enough of being multi lingual, don't you think?)

I also hate it when people talk in their regional language in front of an outsider. At my PG, this Marathi brigade yapped away in Marathi, the Telugu troope chepu-ed away in Telugu and I'm staring at the tasteless roti and raw karela curry wondering whether I should hold my nose and swallow the food to make it taste better. At my workplace, my bosses communicated in Telugu and even sometimes instructed us in Telugu. We were 4 internees who were non Hyderabadis and hence we could only gape at them.

Honestly, it's the same all over India. Being a South Indian, I would be the last person to blame our part of the country- but this is the problem. We ain't North Indians or South Indians. We are Indians and to conclude, woud like to quote what I read in a number of articles- If we call Australia racists then what are we?

P.S- My college best friend is a Telugu, and my school best friend is a Gujarati. So I don't discriminate because of whatever incidents I have faced till now- and I do not want anyone to take offence because of this post.

An eye-opener!!

Eye am back :D Ok, I never went anywhere, hmmm. Everything's the same with me. Weight- 58 kgs (Yay! Didn't lose weight this time during exams!) Height- Well, increased according to some rare tall people in my college who claim our eye to eye contact is on parallel length now (If you didn't get what I'm trying to say- ignore) So, it should be 5.8'5 *sniggers at her fellow female bloggers* Arre, no seriously. Girls shouldn't be more than 5'7. You don't get tall guys these days. My seniors looked upto me-literally- and ragged me, imagine- their embarassment and mine. Even when you pose for pics, you end up looking like the maa of all the bacchas next to you. Or you are thrown in the corners of the pics always (NOTICED IT IN FACEBOOK PICS, PEOPLE??) But it's ok, I shouldn't crib much. Many Dr. Acula's (Oye, whoever knows the real name, don't write it in comments section..thanks :P) couldn't take part in Miss India etc. events because of lack of height. I wish Godji had given me some brains then to take part in such stuff. Haha Mrs. India is still there :D

Ok, I'll just get to the point now. I got laser operation done for my eyes (I used to wear specs/lenses btw) and I just wanna tell all you specsy people to go for it and not be afraid of the pain and crap, because it's nothing! You just got to take precautions after the operation (NO TV, NO COMPUTER, NO SMS, NO BOOKS). I nearly died and cheated by watching the Eng v. Aus T20 WC finals (RIP AUSTRALIA- How could I miss it since I was the only one who predicted England would win this time?!) and well, Facebooked a little (My sister's friends ratted to my sister that I was FBing in bimaar halat, who in turn told my parents- OMG this is serious social networking, my friends!!)... You know what? Of course you know, but still, you know what? I can't join any FB groups anymore! My limit's over. Any clue how to check how many pages and groups you have joined? My profile page is flooded and it shows me 785 pages, but I think it includes groups too...Oh well...Why waste time? :P

BUT I WAS BORED!!

Oh well, the world is getting married, and I'm sitting in a lonely corner, unemployed, feeling uneducated, unboyfriended, unvalid..errr invalid.. NOT REALLY! Single rocks, oh yes it does.

Oh Sigh, Dhanya, Nidzzi, Harshita, get me someone naa.

Happy Anniversary, mom and dad! EEEEEEEEEEEEE I love you :) And Lavs se bhi wishes che :) :*

My Own Little World- A Dhanya dost/post :D

Look at that. Enlarge the pic, you idiots. Just some time back, she was single and had all the time in the world for me. Now, it feels rotten when I have to 'share' her with a 'boy'. Ugh.

One of the few people I've met on blogsville and genuinely felt like it's gonna be friendship forever, is when I met Dhanya Venugopal. Feels weird calling her by her real and full name considering I call her Deedee, Dhanteras, Dhanna, Dhanno, Dhans, DV, kundi or any damn thing that comes to my tongue. She's everything I wanted as my big sister after my real sister went to the U.S. I have blabbered my heart out to her, used explicit language on other people, cribbed to her, insulted our mutual friends, cried my words out to her when things were bad at college, everything. She knows every little thing about me and is still friends with me! :P I have made rotten jokes about her marriage, post marriage sab kuch. And she merely does a WHEEEEEEEE at whatever I say :D

She may appear immature and childish but trust me she's not! She's one of the most sincere and smartest people I ever knew. I didn't want to make this post boring, but I just had to write something for her. Ok, will end it on a funny note :P

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Dhanya: Vir Das? oh yeah... that saifu look alike ?

me: :D grins :D

Dhanya: he also has big nose :-w

*adds him to big nose company*

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Dhanya: which sports firm btw :-w

me: sports keeda noida che

Dhanya: nice name

me: keeda is weird :-w

keedi means ant in gujarati :-w

Dhanya: oh...keedi.. will suggest that name to someone :D who doesnt know gujarati.. :D *giggles*

me: hahaahah

Dhanya: since i am named after coriander :-w

*plots*

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Dhanya: jumps on u
me >:D<

Dhanya: i typed hump by mistake at first :-w

me: =)) u hump on me :-w

Dhanya: yes :D hee hee.

Sigh. I love you, Dhantana :D

P.S- Dhanya, you know what? I was reading through our past chats trying to find some of our funniest conversations to put them up here, but I could just see adult content everywhere :O We really must talk stuff which are U-Rated from now on.

Nidhi Typos, Jay Sean, Bluetooth Fun !!

Hahaha.

Hahahahaha.

Ok, I'm high. Listening to Jay Sean(I'm obsessed with that idiot. Eminem who?? Jay Sean rocks :D), chatting with Akansha and Harshita(AFTER AGES), drinking Nimbooz (It's almost equivalent to Vodka in the dry state, people!!) and clearing my room (I'M BACK HOME!!) is so completely my kind of thing :D

BTW, I HATE Jay Sean's almost takla look. The crew cut, so very doesn't suit him. Doesn't he look cute and adorable and hot at the same time, in this hairdo??

Thinking about Nidhi Mangal now. Did you hear about her latest typos??

1) Nidhi: Yaar mads

Mads: Bol mangal :-w

Nidhi: Yaar I'm having so much hari fall all over my back.

Mads: *splutters* who the hell is hari?

Nidhi: :( :(

Mads: OHH HAIR FALL !!!

2) In one of Nidhi's posts, Harshita discovered the typo and pointed it out to me. For sadistic pleasure, we didn't ask Nidzzi to correct it and instead, I showed the typo to Dhanya and some other bloggers :P

The typo was:

"I love to make-out" instead of "I love to make-up"

ROFLMAO :D

We got holidays for 3 months almost. I'll have to intern obviously. I'm off to Hyderabad this time. Can't wait to taste Hyderabadi Mutton Biryani. Ever since I got my first tooth, I've been waiting to eat it. No, really!! I'm obsessed about it since, a really long time :D I am a fultoo PETAian, so I'm just gonna *taste* it. Just once, pretty please!!

For all the losers, who are going to attend college and endure boring classes, here's a tip- try sending random pics of the classroom or some random pics of some guys sleeping in class, and send it to any bluetooth which is switched on in class. I changed my 'neela-daant' name to Bhoot and sent it. Alas, people rejected the pics with a strained look on their faces, and Harini and I were so very dejected. Hope your luck is better.

In case, you are wondering why I laughed in the starting- It was a sadistic laugh at you people, that you actually read the whole random post till the end and you are still here with that stupid smile on your faces :D

Love you, bloggers :D